| Hotel California | 
			The Eagles (#1 in 1977) | 
		
	
  
    
   Mirrors on the ceiling,
   The pink champagne on ice 
   And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' 
   And in the master's chambers,
   They gathered for the feast 
   The stab it with their steely knives,
   But they just can't kill the beast 
   Last thing I remember, I was
   Running for the door 
   I had to find the passage back
   To the place I was before 
   'Relax,'said the night man, 
   We are programmed to receive.
   You can checkout any time you like,  but you can never leave!