The Chief: I stand.
Me: I can sit for you.
The Chief: Where your sad pillow runs.
Me: I can sit with you.
The Chief: You want truth.
Me: I gave up my teeth for rock and roll.
The Chief: For human flesh.
Me: And the rock and a mystery train.
The Chief: Human heart.
Me: On a paper motel, we're living with heartbreak.
The Chief: I want to know that he makes it.
(At this point, the women sing)
(At this point, I sing again)
(At this point, there is a guitar solo)
(At this point, the women sing about the hotel)
(At this point, I start screaming like the lead singer of a hair band)
(At this point, the women sing like a gospel choir)
(At this point, it fades out)