There’s a man who rings the bell
Electric hotel
There’s an actor by his side
He’ll commit suicide

And the highway is bleeding in the rain
Shading cars and trucks like drops from veins

There’s a mother on a plane
She forgot her name
There’s a daughter in a car
Who is called the same

And the sound of music in the corridor
And the famous people lie behind closed doors

Dance dance dance all day without a sound
Dance dance dance all night in the underground

I can see them all playing with fire
I can see their cars with a flat tyre

There is nothing in this room
Electric hotel
There is nobody as well
Death is coming soon