Lyrics:

It's these substandard motels on the (lalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street
Appealing only 'cause they're just that un-appealing
Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering
The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde
And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes.
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Tonight's tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin
Accessorizing with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie
She's getting a job at the firm come Monday
The Mrs. Will stay with the cheating attorney
Moonlighting aside, she really needs his money
A wonderful caricature of intimacy
Yeah (Yeah)
Oh, and not to mention the constable and his proposition for that 'virgin'
Yes, the one the lawyer met with on 'strictly business'
As he said to the Mrs. Well only hours before
After he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact
There was a terrible crash
(There was a terrible crash)
Between her and the badge
She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a 'purse' of a different kind
Along with the people inside
What a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
There are no..
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
Shades of the sheets and before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
Shades of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy
Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses
And sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses
Shades of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses
And the sleeping with the roaches and the taking best guesses
Shades of the sheets before all the stains
And a few more of your least favorite things
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