Camelot Motel

He's lying on the double bed acting self-assured

In his T-shirt and his underwear he's barely said a word

She pours a cup of coffee, lights the day's first cigarette

Picks up the phone and calls her kids from the motel kitchenette

There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall

Both their heads are pounding from last night's alcohol

They met in a chat room then they took it here

They both go by pseudonyms and soon they'll disappear

Cheaters, liars, outlaws and fallen angels

Come looking for the grace from which they fell

So they hold on to each other in the darkness

'Cause the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel

He met her at the pool hall, the guys told him she is touched

Now she's ranting and she's raving about the Devil, Christ and such

He's thinking about the highway and the way she begged last night

He's wishing that he had blown this dump before the morning light

Cheaters, liars, outlaws and fallen angels

Come looking for the grace from which they fell

So they hold on to each other in the darkness

'Cause the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel

Lancelot and Guenevere bang their bedpost in my ear

Neon lights the castle walls, bug lights in the entrance halls

I lie awake with a troubled mind thinking 'bout what I left behind

Me and the royal denizens got damn good reasons for our sins

Now there's a couple counting money in room 124

They're wrapping 10's and 20's throwing the 1's down on the floor

They're strung out and they're nervous, they jump at every little sound

He keeps picking up his pistol then putting his pistol down

Cheaters, liars, outlaws and fallen angels

Come looking for the grace from which they fell

So they hold on to each other in the darkness

'Cause the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel

The Camelot Motel