An old man cuts his face. But not because the razor's dull. It's from his hands shaking. From the lack of what he's taking. Not like an old man's memories. His wrongs are still and forever. Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun. But no surprise they never do. Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun. They never do at Hell's Motel. Lord please spread my wings. I want to fly away. I don't want to die on the vine. Lord please smile on me. I don't want to live forever. But I don't want to die on the vine. Never talks about the past. How he could hold a scalpel. Mighty hippocratic oath. How he sold himself for naught. He lived when they lived. And he died when they died too. Accepting the new sacred calf of the pagans. As we all die on the vine. Accepting the new sacred calf of the pagans. That's life in Hell's Motel. Oh Lord please spread my wings. I want to fly away. But I don't want to die on the vine. Oh Lord won't you smile on me. I don't want to live forever. I just don't want to die on the vine. And tonight he'll close his eyes. Hoping the sun will rise again. And all will be forgiven. And this was all just a dream. But the walls to the motel are thin. And next door someone's getting beaten. Tears for the unknown are seeds that are sown. And we're all on the run. Tears for the unknown are seeds that are sown. This ain't life at Hell's Motel. Hell's Motel. This ain't life. In Hell's Motel