These mandolins
Will play at your bedside
No more black bins
Where you've checked in to stay
You've cashed your chips in
The dice were all loaded
Too tired to swim
Instead you drifted away
Ya... hoo, hoo, hoo
Ya... hoo, hoo, hoo
These mandolins
Will play for your pleasure
You locked yourself in
Then you sent us away
A good place to die
The best room in the hotel
So drink to yourself
And now you don't have to pay
Is it warm up in heaven
Can you put your name on the door
Do they have a drink rider
Now you're suffering no more
Will play at your bedside
No more black bins
Where you've checked in to stay
You've cashed your chips in
The dice were all loaded
Too tired to swim
Instead you drifted away
Ya... hoo, hoo, hoo
Ya... hoo, hoo, hoo
These mandolins
Will play for your pleasure
You locked yourself in
Then you sent us away
A good place to die
The best room in the hotel
So drink to yourself
And now you don't have to pay
Is it warm up in heaven
Can you put your name on the door
Do they have a drink rider
Now you're suffering no more
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