Heavens a Hotel Room on a state highway. white lines and tired eyes through rained thrashed glass. you, me and neon, all I want is to burn my throat with cheap bourbon, my soul’s been burnt by you.
Heavens a Hotel Room on a state highway you, my pen and diary may as well be a loaded gun. out there we’ll find Heaven in the thicket of obscurity. we’ll swill and take off all we have and get lost in each other’s impurity.
Heavens a Hotel Room on a state highway, ***** basin, no toilet brush and a shower curtain on just one rung. come with me and we’ll never come back, we’re going, not up in the clouds, to a hotel room on a state highway, and if we pass by Hell we’ll stop there too.