Dark motel,
You're on the floor,
Rats and roach shells,
You're not thinking straight anymore,
Broke parole,
Broke my heart,
But it won't show,
Like a painted clown with eyes so far,
Selfish bastards are no good,
But you're the bastard who stole my childhood,
How old are you?
Forty one?
That's quite to old to do what you've done
But Jesus that's part of the fun!
Am I right?
Or am I wrong?
Is you're throat tight?
This blow to the souls been suspended too long,
You didn't fight,
You loved that rock,
You needed that pipe,
Burnt finger tips and eyes in shock,
You're pathetic inside,
Well, I am too,
But I never gave my life for a high,
I'm the daughter you never knew
