la quinta, i hate every inch of you. you've cut me and scarred me through an' through. and i'll walk out a weaker wiser man, mister congressman, you can't understand.
la quinta, what good do you think you do? do you think i'll be different when you're through? you bent my heart and mind and you warp my soul, and your stone walls turn my blood a little cold.
la quinta, may you rot and burn in hell. may your walls fall and may i live to tell. may all the world forget you ever stood. and may all the world regret you did no good.