Desperados Under the Eaves Warren Zevon

[Verse 1]
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin'
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles
I'm gonna drink 'em up

[Verse 2]
And if California slides into the ocean
Like the mystics and statistics say it will
I predict this motel will be standin' until I pay my bill
Hey

[Verse 3]
Don't the sun look angry through the trees?
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves?
Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves?
Heaven help the one who leaves

[Verse 4]
Still wakin' up in the mornings with shakin' hands
And I'm tryin' to find a girl who understands me
But except in dreams, you're never really free
Don't the sun look angry at me?

[Verse 5]
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was listening to the air conditioner hum
It went mm, mm, mm, mm