Open All The Time

The river holds a hotel of ghosts
The piano in the kitchen laughs loud
The stairs on old used cars is broke
The beds like a muddy bottom shroud

The bleakness of a funeral inside
The smell of a fisherman’s worm
Running alongside like a pair of eyes
His eyes like stars staring firm

The doorman spins his head and laughs
Catfish in their eveningwear tip their hat
Here comes the mayor stumbling up the path
The front door closes on a scene like that

Chorus:

Gothic southern mystery, undead chateau
Tennessee river hotel open all night
Under the waterline open all the time

- Chris Mansel