Artist: squeeze
Song: melody motel
He drove up to the motel
In his town and country car
He watched the working women
With the field hands from the farm
He walked into the lobby
With his pleased to see you smile
Scribbled on to the register
His fictitious name and smiled
The footsteps of a young girl
Came tapping along the hall
The outline of his features
Were shadowed on the wall
She stood a little nervous
Half lit by the neon light
That flashed in many colors
In the darkness of the night
The skin on his face like a well worn saddle
Smiled as he said goodnight
At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual
As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
His shirt lay by his bedside
His jeans down by his feet
She swallowed hard and mumbled
With the key between her teeth
On went the television
The picture flickering slow
Top cat in the alley way
As they sat there all alone
He drove back up his driveway
In his town and country car
His wife was cooking chicken
With a baby in her arms
The smell of home cooked dinner
Filled the air at home that night
Screaming, ?Officer Dibble?
In the TV's flickering light
Slumped in his favorite armchair
His face as gray as stone
His feet up on the table
Next to the chicken bones
He seemed to show no feelings
Picking corn out from his teeth
The police down at the motel
As the blood dried on the sheets
The skin on his face like a well worn saddle
Smiled as he said goodnight
At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual
As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
At the Melody Motel, it was business as usual
As the girls wiped the tears
As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes
