Motel

from The Cardinal Sin Sweep by LUFTWAFFE

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lyrics

Motel

I love the gaging smell
in this place, I know so well
With bloodstains on the floor
and bullet holes in the door
And me and my Lucille
will revel in the feel
Watching endless steaming reels
as we make the mattress squeal

I am the heart
of the great third-rate motel
And in me the child
of the beast has come to dwell
You come for college weekend
no other place has space
You see my eyes
through the crack in the door
And I laugh
at the look on your face

I'm living down the hall
though you wouldn't believe it at all
As the screams of my marital brawl come roaring through the cardboard wall
You want to get out of your bed
come down and break our heads
But you wring your hands instead
'cause you know I'll pummel you dead

I am the mouth
of the great third-rate motel
Breath wilting all it touches
with a rotting body smell
You try to save some money
on the long trip back east
You'll learn to stay at a hotel
and let me and my kind
kill in peace

(Chorus)
Motel
a place for gunfights and hind sights
Motel
a place for sleaze and disease
The smell
fungus and heat-fevered garbage
To dwell here insane
you should have went to a hotel

This is how some die here
never recognizing the signs
That hang below
the green neon "Vacancy"
The legion reads
"End of the Line"
Others go in a drug deal
with a coke-crazed junkie whore
Who spills your blood
for your last $30
On a thirsty motel floor

(Repeat Chorus)