I found myself lying on the balcony,
Stripling terror, naked to the bone;
The secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me –
I saw it all just a moment ago.
I know I'd better watch out
For the Central Hotel...
I'm not going back.
Repetition, superstition, singularity,
Though every cell in the body has changed
The walls move in well-accustomed hilarity –
The circuit changes, but the joke stays the same.
I know I'd better watch out
For the Central Hotel.
I think I'd better get out,
I'm not feeling so well.
And I won't be going back,
Not if I can help it.
I can't help it, I can't help it
If I still am what I was;
I can't help it, I can't help it,
I can't stop the therefore because I can't help it.
The grace of god shows I'll be going on,
I'll be coming back.
I know nothing of the miles of the marathon,
I hear nothing of the footfall behind,
I search for rhythm and I find that I haven't one
Slow motion in the runner's mind.
I know I'd better watch out
For the Central Hotel.
I think I'd better get out,
I'm not feeling so well.
I know I'd better check out,
But anyone here can tell
I'll be coming back, I'll be back.
I'm the Central Hotel.
I'm the Central Hotel.
I'm the Central Hotel.