Chelsea Hotel '78

I lived in the Chelsea once

On 7th and 23rd

We came to live inside the myth

Of everything we heard

The poets on their bar stools

They just loved it when it rained

They comb their hair in the mirror

Grow addicted to the pain

And it makes no sense

And it makes perfect sense

And it makes no sense

And it makes perfect sense

I saw Neon Leon

Spider and the boys

Just before the cops arrived

And took off with the noise

It was nothing special

Just another bar

The baptist Kansas City life

Makes everyone a star

It makes no sense (It makes perfect sense)

And it makes perfect sense (And it makes no sense)

And it makes no sense (And it makes perfect sense)

And it makes perfect sense (And it makes no sense)

Oh

C'mon

Nancy called up to her rooms

Said c'mon and help us sit

We went down

And looked around

The dealer let us in

We thought he was hysterical

But not the way he joked

Don't know if did what he said he did

Nobody really knows

I stood out on the sidewalk

When we busted through the door

In a white tuxedo jacket

(?)

You know to show off that thing

Nobody knows for sure

We know they found us

In our black underwear

Dead on the bedroom floor

It makes no sense (It makes perfect sense)

And it makes perfect sense (And it makes no sense)

And it makes no sense (And it makes perfect sense)

And it makes perfect sense (And it makes no sense)

I lived in the Chelsea once

On 7th and 23rd

We came to live inside the myth

Of everything we'd heard

The poets on their bar stools

They just loved it when it rained

They comb their hair in the mirror

Grow addicted to the pain

It makes no sense (It makes perfect sense)

And it makes perfect sense (And it makes no sense)

And it makes no sense (And it makes perfect sense)

And it makes perfect sense (And it makes no sense)

We all through down

(And it makes perfect sense)

We all through dark

(And it makes no sense)

So we all moved out

(And it makes perfect sense)

So we all moved on

(And it makes no sense)

And on and on