This House Is a Hotel

This house is a hotel, I won’t stay long
I’d rather be at church
Unless the holy water works, I won’t come around anymore
Set fire to your worries
Let fear burn to the ground
When the storms are rolling in and you’re
Filled up to the brim, they won’t come around anymore
Baby ain’t that how the big boys roll
Ain’t no other man gonna save my soul
Let the rain come down, the flowers will grow
And you won’t come around anymore
Stand in the ocean, let light in your heart
The tide is getting low, and the wind’s not gonna blow
If you don’t come around anymore
Baby ain’t that how the big boys roll
Ain’t no other man gonna take my soul
Let the rain come down, the flowers will grow
And you won’t come around anymore
It’s not at all good but it ain’t that bad