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
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