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At the cockroach motelwhere the rodents aren't for salein room four someone's screamingmy T.V. don't come in well!
As bedposts smash the wallsomeone's contracting gonorrheaand brings home to the house to the lovely spousewho says
I love and it's good to see ya.
They cannot be sanctified.
Happy true love, half an hour devour30 minutes sweet for a lifetime sour
Happy true love, half an hour, it's now herpicking up the dirt that don't wash off in the shower.
They always get you when you're sleeping.
They'll get you when they sleep.
They'll forget you when they're sleeping.
Downstairs in the lounge, there ain't no one aroundthrough tidal waves of wiskeyyou can hear the ice cubes sound.
The bartender smiles, though he'll do just what it takeswhile a blond smokes down her cigaretteto the lipstick mark she makes.
They cannot be sanctified.-chorus-
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