Song | Big O Motel |
Artist | Tarnation |
Album | Gentle Creatures |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Frazer | |
Down the road sits the Big O Motel, | |
Where people tell lies in their own private cell. | |
With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise, | |
I come and I go we plan it just so. | |
At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed, | |
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red. | |
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face, | |
But, on the bed beside me someone has taken your place. | |
By the Big O mOtel, there's a drive through bar, | |
They'll make you a daiquiri in a mason jar. | |
The man at the window with the receding hair line, | |
Looks away from me but says ' same place, same time '. | |
At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed, | |
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red. | |
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face, | |
But, on the bed beside me someone has taken your place. | |
The man on the corner with sausage shaped fingers, | |
After he's gone, his cigar smoke lingers. | |
After he's gone I take a shower, | |
I watch the clock's hands passing the hours. |
zuo ci : Frazer | |
Down the road sits the Big O Motel, | |
Where people tell lies in their own private cell. | |
With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise, | |
I come and I go we plan it just so. | |
At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed, | |
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red. | |
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face, | |
But, on the bed beside me someone has taken your place. | |
By the Big O mOtel, there' s a drive through bar, | |
They' ll make you a daiquiri in a mason jar. | |
The man at the window with the receding hair line, | |
Looks away from me but says ' same place, same time '. | |
At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed, | |
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red. | |
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face, | |
But, on the bed beside me someone has taken your place. | |
The man on the corner with sausage shaped fingers, | |
After he' s gone, his cigar smoke lingers. | |
After he' s gone I take a shower, | |
I watch the clock' s hands passing the hours. |
zuò cí : Frazer | |
Down the road sits the Big O Motel, | |
Where people tell lies in their own private cell. | |
With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise, | |
I come and I go we plan it just so. | |
At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed, | |
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red. | |
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face, | |
But, on the bed beside me someone has taken your place. | |
By the Big O mOtel, there' s a drive through bar, | |
They' ll make you a daiquiri in a mason jar. | |
The man at the window with the receding hair line, | |
Looks away from me but says ' same place, same time '. | |
At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed, | |
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red. | |
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face, | |
But, on the bed beside me someone has taken your place. | |
The man on the corner with sausage shaped fingers, | |
After he' s gone, his cigar smoke lingers. | |
After he' s gone I take a shower, | |
I watch the clock' s hands passing the hours. |