Where does everybody go to let down their hair
No one will care or mind
Living life with someone else that they'd like to be
Change their identity
There's a hotel down on 7th Street
Nonselect and very indiscreet
What goes on behind the doors at 7 o'clock
You'd get a shock
There's no names upon the register
Only cash, no checks, no signatures
There's no questions as concerning your circumstance
Just pay in advance
What more, and how long, my children
How long, will we be made to suffer
The utter degradation of everything
We hold sacred
My fellow followers
The time is upon us to open the door
And purify the foul and pestilent air within
Standing naked in front of the eternal judge
And proclaiming: We are all hip
Two, Three, Four, Hip
Two, Three, Four, Hip
Two, Three, Four, Hip
Zwei, Drei, Vier
Sieg Heil
(Sieg Heil!)
It's a place you wouldn't recognize
From the outside you can tell the lies
Inside every room there is a story to tell
In the Hotel Indiscreet
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