Welcome again
To the Last Chance Hotel
Sittin’ in the sun
Planks dried out years ago
By something
That’s more bitter than sunlight

Like a Scorpion
Sitting in the sun
We’ve only just begun

Hmm, they say misery loves company
Well, I’ve got me
Sitting here with space
As far as I can see

It strips you down
Strips you down
Lord, it strips you down

‘Till nothing remains
Nothing remains
Nothing but instinct
Scorpion Instinct

Hmm, it’s wild
It’s wild
It’s wild
It’s Wilde

It’s been one o’ them days

© 1998 Martin H. Wilde

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