Motel of the White Locust

Lyrics
[Intro] My dance has passed, welcome to Hollywood, girl Wake the fuck up to Hollywood, whore [Verse 1] Combine the throb within my head, with the rhythm of my fucking feet Say a novena for all those lost and read the bloodstains on the sheets I've whored myself for less than this and I've prayed to appear fed As I knelt on my pillow, god, I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head [Chorus] Who could ever, who the fuck could ever Take the place of me? Who could ever, who the fuck could ever Take the place of me? [Verse 2] Now I kiss up to God my fists and I pray to keep my head Though I like your pretty eyes better blackened and my fists all fucking red Through sickness and in health, I've kissed up to God for two years I've focused on the cameos made by the tiger, in the valley of the fucking locust [Chorus] Who could ever, who the fuck could ever Take the place of me? I say who could ever, I say who the fuck could ever Take the place of me? [Bridge] Wipe it off your mouth, get up off your knees, and make me your god Who could ever? Who the fuck could ever? It's sexual debauchery, you fucking cunt, you cost what you're worth Followed by a boy like this, re-ignited by all your visits As long as your mouth is shut, you'll still be fucking beautiful [Outro] Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take my memories of her with you Pack your shit and leave (I don't need to know) And take her fucking with you
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- Glassjaw