too - and all that speed we smoked So take my hand and save me a dance Give me religion come on one more chance Take my hand save my soul Down at the heartbreak Motel
Welcome to Hollywood whore Wake up in Hollywood whore My dance has passed Combine the throb within the head With the rhythm of the feet Say a novena
I'm a thousand miles below I'm in a hole waiting for you, with filthy streets and trucks, outside I dress, then I undress, and look, outside I'm in a
layin' at the low rent hotel? Did you hear them say that the CIA is witness To the murder of a man at a motel in Memphis? Motel in Memphis, motel in
Down the road sits the Big O Motel, Where people tell lies in their own private cell. With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise, I come and I go we
own private hell Caught between heaven and all my desire For the girl at the Airways Motel Somewhere between heaven and all my desire For the girl at the Airways Motel
the Motel. So tell your girls, to tell mo girls, [Cisco] Down at the Motel. Come party with me, we gunna party like it's California... [Cisco] Down at the Motel. [Cisco] Down at the Motel
as I can Boys everywhere fumbling with the catches I struck lucky with motel matches Falling for you without a second look Falling out of your open pocket book Giving you away like motel
now they're closing up a world I'm living in So I guess it's time to go or at least they told me so Yes, I'm going home, it's motel time again Motel
I hope that you like it in your little motel And I hope that the suite sleeps and suits you well Well, I can see it as time and a sight through smell
said, "Girl, get your heart out of the frying pan" It used to be a motel, now they serve biscuits and smoked ham I write you a postcard from the 'Loveless Motel
At my house I've got no shackles You can come and look if you want to Through the halls you'll see the mantles Where the light shines dim all around you
tes yeux, je vois toute la terre. J'oublie ma job, j'oublie de m'en faire. J'entends des petits oiseaux dans un motel de l'ile Perrot, Dans un motel
hell Nothing more to offer, no more soul to sell Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel Lord, don't let me die in a cheap motel
name soap; No cable on the TV; The ice-machine was broke. Well, I guess that's what you get, For nineteen bucks an' some change. But the cheapest motel
motel room And there ain?t no way to get away Willie Nelson?s picking out in Austin And Waylon?s hanging out in Mexico I?m stuck in Spokane in a motel
Life is to be lived on the positive tip Never lose the ground You never gonna slip If you never lose the ground Always draw the line Never wear the frown
American flag wraps round the pole And the little red man is taking control The man with the puppet Starts to juggle your dreams And the world that you