Motel - MoriArty

Long distance call with the lying man

He said twenty miles from the airport is the promised land

A night in detroit he perfumed my ear

Come into my spot no reason to fear

I’m inside the postcard and soon I can smell

The spell of the Motel

The lying man was standing deep in the shade

Singing a sweet serenade

He’s back in the sixties

Hell’s angels parade

We were surrounded by graveyards and american flags

It was the end of the day

We walked to the room and started to pray

So hungry I went out to find a sushi

The avenue was vast — a desert

Nothing but a pale girl staring at me

I’d rather meet a pervert or a human sushi

She asked me for a nickel

I ask her for a piece

Misunderstanding

No reason for a battle

I went back to the motel

The only light i could see

I needed a bath and bubbles around me

I vanished into the water and gently smiled

I sniffed my baby’s pants and lied on her sidewalk’s

Tomorrow we’ll be in Mexico