hotel, motel, hostel, holiday inn
i am up to my glands in one nights stands
the noose is lookin pretty good aint it, hun?
isnt it ironic how you write his name on your neck like its some kind
of rope?
And isnt it funny how you takes every word from his mouth as gospel
when its really just lies?
how bad does the honesty hurt?
i spit this shit with no remorse
i got a massive ego but its chained down to my chest
about as free as a mockingbird with broken wings
i let it roam around with all the racehorses in the glue factory
my mistake for opening my mouth
this is the saga of another royal fuck-up
volume one of our tragedy
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