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
an instrumental composition
Come on out to a Motel Hell Where the folks'll treat ya well They got rooms a plenty ready to sell Here come the ringin of the dinner bell (bridge) They
you don't mind, I don't care A motel room in my bed Put both door knobs on my side I go to bed soggy and forgetful Hopefully not waking up so fitfully Motels
For we're livin' in a safety zone Don't be holdin' back from me We're livin' from hour to hour down here And we'll take it when we can It's a kind of
cry. As the holocaust horizon victimised the sky. In the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell. Neon red like the vacancy sign at the Vertigo Motel
till I can read by the moon I blow you a kiss It should reach you tomorrow As it flies from the other side of the world From my room in my fugitive motel
sheets The more she gets, the more she needs Motel shaker, shaking the walls They keep on knockin' but she ain't stoppin' Motel shaker, motel shaker Motel shaker, motel
Mark volman (vocals) Howard kaylan (vocals) Ian underwood (keyboards, woodwinds) Aynsley dunbar (drums) George duke (keyboards, trombone) Martin lickert