Motel Of The White Locust Lyrics - Singles - Glassjaw

Welcome to Hollywood whore 

Wake up in Hollywood whore 

My dance has passed 

Combine the throb within the head 

With the rhythm of the 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 to fed 

As I knelt on my pillow God 

I clenched my fucking fists and banged my head 

Who could ever take the place of me? 

How 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 

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Through sickness and health 

I've kissed up to God two years 

I have focused on the cameos made by the tiger 

In the valley of the fucking locust 

Wipe it off you mouth, get up off your knees 

And make me your god, it's sexual debauchery 

You cost what you're worth 

Who could ever? Who the fuck could ever? 

Followed by a boy like this, re-ignited by all your visits 

As long as your mouth is shut, you'll still be beautiful 

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 

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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