MD.45 - Hell's Motel

An old man cuts his face
But not because the razor's dull
It's from his hands shaking
From the lack of what he's taking
Not like an old man's memories
His wrongs are still and forever

Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun
But no surprise, they never do
Hoping mistakes will fade with the sun
They never do at Hell's Motel

Lord, please spread my wings
I want to fly away
I don't want to die on the vine
Lord, please smile on me
I don't want to live forever
But I don't want to die on the vine