It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street.
Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde,
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Rising with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday.
The Mrs. will stay wisay to the the cheating attorney
moonlighting aside, she really needs his money.
A wonderful caricature of intimacy.
And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin"
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business"
as he said to the Mrs., only hours before,
after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact.
There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses.
It's sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses
So shed off the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses
So shed off the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
It's sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses
So shed off the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things.
