Checkerboards & Cigarettes

The stage is set, please take your seats, it's a show you won't soon forget
 The latrine's down the hall, past the refreshments, by the exits where nurses go blacken their lungs
 Chains seal the doors at all of the wings
 Though the doctors are in on it, cops won't catch wind of it 'till this place is flooded in flames
 In this hotel California guests wear their best—which are white matching sets of straps and slacks
 Why's the raven like the writing desk?
 The combine holds more behind their games of chess
 Checkerboards and cigarettes
 Cause behind closed doors
 Doctors see patients as specimens, gurneys, their cutting boards And there's no cure
 Their attention's detached while dosing their rats with precise choreography
 Don't judge too fast their intentions are masked behind deception
 Don't applaud now
 Wait 'till they tell you to, you'll know by their queue
 When patients start hacking, unaware of what's happening
 No one can stop what they do
 In this hotel California guests wear their best—which are white matching sets of straps and slacks
 Why's the raven like the writing desk?
 The combine holds more behind their games of chess
 Checkerboards and cigarettes
 Cause behind closed doors
 Doctors see patients as specimens, gurneys, their cutting boards
 In this hotel California guests wear their best—which are white matching sets of straps and slacks
 Why's the raven like the writing desk?
 The combine holds more behind their games of chess
 Checkerboards and cigarettes