The Misery Motel

Out in the land of sandy shores,
A rundown motel, a place of whores,
With walls so thin and floors so creaky,
It's a place for junkies, oh so freaky.

Welcome to the Misery Motel,
Where needles shine and crack pipes roll,
A hideaway for folks in plight,
In sandy shores, a forsaken sight.

With rusted signs and peeling paint,
The glamour's gone, but filth ain't faint,
The lowlifes and the drifters dwell,
In this roadside hell they call a motel.

So if you find yourself lost in the night,
Just look for the neon flickering light,
And come on in, we've saved you a bed,
At the Misery Motel, where dreams are dead