God's Hotel (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)

Everybody got a room Everybody got a room Everybody got a room In God's Hotel. Everybody got a room. Well you'll never see a sign hanging on the door Sayin 'No vacancies anymore'. Everybody got wings Everybody got wings Everybody got wings In God's Hotel. Everybody got wings. You'll never see a sign hanging on the door Sayin 'At no time may both feet leave the floor' Everybody got a harp Everybody got a harp Everybody got a harp In God's Hotel. Everybody got a harp. You'll never see a sign hanging on the wall Sayin 'No harps allowed in the hotel at all'. Everybody got a cloud Everybody got a cloud Everybody got a cloud In God's Hotel. Everybody got a cloud. You'll never see a sign hanging on the wall Sayin 'Smoking and drinking will be thy downfall'. Everybody hold a hand Everybody hold a hand Everybody hold a hand In God's Hotel. Everybody hold a hand. You'll never see a sign hung up above your door 'No visitors allowed in rooms, By law!' Everybody's halo shines Everybody's halo shines Everybody's halo shines In God's Hotel. Everybody's halo lookin' fine. You won't see a sign staring at you from the wall Sayin 'Lights out! No burnin the midnight oil!' Everybody got credit Everybody got credit Everybody got credit In God's Hotel. Everybody got good credit. You'll never see a sign stuck on the cash-box drawer Sayin 'Credit tommorow!!' or 'Want credit?!? Haw, haw haw!!' Everybody is blind Everybody is blind Everybody is blind In God's Hotel. Everybody is blind. You'll never see a sign on the front door 'No red skins. No Blacks. And that means you, baw!' Everybody is deaf Everybody is deaf Everybody is deaf In God's Hotel. Everybody is deaf. You'll never find a sign peeling off the bar-room wall 'Though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl'. Everybody is dumb Everybody is dumb Everybody is dumb In God's Hotel. Everybody is dumb. So you'll never see on the visiting-room wall 'Though shalt not blaspheme, cuss, holler or bawl'. Everybody got Heaven Everybody got Heaven Everybody got Heaven In God's Hotel. Everybody got Heaven. So you'll never see scribbled on the bathroom wall 'Let Rosy get ya Heaven, dial 686-844!'