Lyrics of 'Balmoral Hotel' by Rare Americans

Stop, drop, roll, explore
Put out fires, to start some more
Rewards, little wars

I walked to the corner, went in the store
Familiar the smell, bourbon and quartz
Cashier said, nice to see you again
I smiled, I grabbed my shit and left
Hours later, numb in the face
I got to her house, a dodgy place
She walked bent over, a crippled back
Years of abuse, wrong side of the tracks
She offered me a vodka can
Asked me if I had a plan
Hesitant to say what I was thinking, God damn

I'm treading the same rake, I'm way above the stakes
A bullet, a bullet, it's on its way to me
Oh, a bullet, a bullet, it’s life or death for me
I'm on my own, and I'm so alone

Stop, drop, roll, explore
Put out fires, to start some more
Rewards, little wars

She sat in the corner, smoked on the floor
I asked her what lead to becoming a whore
Careers were never my closest friend
And cash is king, my dividend
To pick my brain, and watch me pall
A cloud of smoke, numbed her fall
I watched her as she pierced into her veins
She said she was stuck, worst of the beds
The ugliest place, that she ever had been
Balmoral Hotel, the best of the inns
Supplies are steady, you can begin
Your quest to freedom, calm your skin
Fear diminish, start again
I’ve kinda always wondered what that meant

I'm treading the same rake, I'm way above the stakes
A bullet, a bullet, it's on its way to me
Oh, a bullet, a bullet, it’s life or death for me
I'm on my own, and I'm so alone

I'm treading the same rake, I'm way above the stakes
A bullet, a bullet, it's on its way to me
Oh, a bullet, a bullet, it’s life or death for me
I'm on my own, and I'm so alone