Biltmore Hotel Songtext
von Peter Liddle

I still see your legs
On those plastics beds
At the Biltmore Hotel
Where you were white as a shell

Making basic wage
In the Information Age
But it′s what people do
We're always the ones getting screwed


I don′t mind if you don't mind
Tonight I'll come back to your house
Somehow you make me see myself in a different light
Make me feel alright
Throw me around

In the darkest room
I turn ′round too soon
And you fall every time
Story as old as mankind

I don′t mind if you don't mind
Tonight I′ll come back to your house
Somehow you make me see myself in a different light
Make me feel alright
Throw me around