Phish Lyrics

BITTERSWEET MOTEL
lyrics by Phish

When the only tool you have is a hammer,
Everything looks like a nail,
And you're living at the Bittersweet Motel

When the only tool you have is a hammer,
Everything looks like a nail,
And you're living at the Bittersweet Motel

Halfway between Erie and Pittsburgh,
You put me through hell.
On the highway, to the Bittersweet Motel

Guitar Solo

Halfway between Erie and Pittsburgh,
You put me through hell.
On the highway, to the Bittersweet Motel

When the only tool you have is a hammer,
Everything looks like a nail,
And you're living at the Bittersweet Motel

Notes: A new tune written while recording the Story
of the Ghost. It was written after an actual stay at
the Bittersweet Motel.