She was a good witch She was a bad witch But all I really wanted was a mother fuckin' sandwich A bandit left handed The woman drove me crazy But I couldn
Watching, waiting You know it shouldn't take this long Leaning, forward I know it couldn't possibly take much longer I know the pain moves on And I feel
Beat me down, one more time Words of love, hard to find Gotta find my mother, she won't lie Where the hell's my father Farther, farther You like to lie
All the way from across the sea From the man to you, from the man to me Four white sticks with good intentions Feed the flame for my protection I want
Just a grain of sand on a thousand beaches Just like dust in the wind Try to understand why I go to pieces Don't know where to begin Got a smokin' hand
The pain is gone The rain and storm they stumble down The sun disguised again today The wagon rolls, it's axis bound Another bottle cracked today The
I got no use to call you I got no reason to miss you at all I can't pretend I love you Although you got me by the balls I got no use I got no use I ain
I heard them say... Welcome to the Motel Californie! such an ugly place (such an ugly place) filled with toxic waste! Aint that much room at the Motel
the night Never did what was told (I never did what was told) Rooms for the night Room for your rest Rooms for the night At Findlay's Motel She
I'm checking out of the Bates Motel My bags are packed, a story to tell ? And I ain't coming back, no
you sit there in your easy chair Chasin' demons at a crawl Oh, no, don't go Down to the midnight motel Oh, no, so low Down to the Old Rose Motel Yeah
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
I couldn't believe my eyes This is the story of my secret I say Motel Hell welcomes the ghost Motel Hell scars on the wall Motel Hell blood on the floor Motel
There's a riot in the street And no one seems to care The kids are all at home They're glued to their TV's Revolution now, now I don't got time I've
I've got 54321 I've got a red pair of high-heels on Tumble me over, it doesn't take much Tumble me over, tumble me, push In my red high-heels I've no
D G He'll do the right thing but someone's gonna break down and hold her Chorus: D C G And there's a vacancy at home but not tonight at the Notel Motel
in the motel room Gettin' ass in the motel room Gettin' smashed in the motel room In the motel room Where we at in the motel room Gettin' ass in the motel
What is life if not a joke One night she went out for smokes And they took her apart like a rag doll In the back of a van in an Alabama motel room I