Motel 30

There's a grenade under his desire
And he burns like a stopwatch on fire
The fuse is short, the countdown's on
And he'll pick up all the pieces after she's gone
He'll pick up all the pieces after she's gone

When she's gone...
You're gonna drink like a wasted frat
When she's gone...
And kick your feet like a spoiled brat
When she's gone...
You made your bed now you're lying alone
When she's gone...
And you'll pick up all the pieces after she's gone... long gone

Motel 30 is a desperate shout
And if you check in then you'll never check out
You feel like a hound, you look like a pup
And if you let it get you down then
you'll never get upAnd if you let it get you down then
you'll never get up

Get you down...
Down, down when the pity's on
Some kind of new-age Ponce de Leon
You're drinking fear from a wooden cup
And if you let it get you down then you'll never get up
And if you let it get you down then
you'll never get up

Paranoid... null and void... beaten down
Tired... of having you around

I know you... I can't believe it's true

So, hand me down my walking cane
Don't wanna hear you spout that bullshit again
If it's too old baby, you're too loud
And you'll feel more lonely out in the crowd
You'll feel more lonely out in the crowd

In the crowd...
You've gotta get with the party plan
In the crowd...
Or better move your ass old man
In the crowd...
Live your life and live it loud
Or you'll feel more lonely out in the crowd
You'll feel more lonely out in the crowd
In the crowd, the crowd, crowd, crowd