Underworld Hotel

I think of all the things you are
As you suck on the glowing end of a cigar
I really mean to wish you well
Down in the depths of your underworld hotel

I trust you now
If you've got it all planned out
Where did you go?
Why don't we know?
In your underworld hotel
There's nothing left to sell

That's worth what anyone would pay
For something that they don't even understand
Satan's only son
Would give you love if you reached out and touched its hand

I want to know
If you've got it all planned out
Where did you go?
Why don't we know?
In your underworld hotel
There's nothing left to sell