NO VACANCY

the teletype machine rages on

the manager is currently indisposed

the antichrist calls on the phone

you're all alone at the counter

the light on the ceiling flickers

you're barely alive and you want to go home

you want to go home but there's no vacancy

and it's too late anyway

they changed the lock and took your key

and the streets are full of men on various medicines

to keep them calm so you can scream

triple check the alarm it's finally set

enter secret code then press o.k.

your name is a number and nobody knows

gamma rays and final countdown

pavarotti shatters a window

you plant a piece and then look around

you look around but there's no vacancy

and it's too late anyway

to figure it out, where everyone goes

to find a place in the sunshine

with a gradual incline

a boat in tow

a land divine