Crapologies Orange Lights ( Live)

orange lights in a quiet motel lit by awful orange lights works a gal i had to visit twice in the dust of a room to share she sold pride by the pound and then she rolled back to reveal a sore scarred spine in need of urgent care was it me or her previous man oh, does it matter in the end. .. leave the thinking and chatter to the twisted minds answer them in muffled cries she limped to vomit on the stairs and through the door she saw streetlights roar freer dread to refuse till her death she sighed and ran straight back to bed in the quiet motel nearby they have changed the lights making it a way more pleasant sight and the room has been finally cleaned only she isnt there to see was she gutted by drunken sailors or did she leave, you tell me was it me or her previous man oh, does it matter in the end. .. leave the thinking and chatter to the twisted minds answer them in muffled cries