Big O Motel – Tarnation

Where people tell lies in their own private cell.
With cast down eyes and a packaged surprise,
I come and I go we plan it just so.

At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed,
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red.
In the smoky glass mirror I look at my face,
But, on the bed beside me someone has taken your place.
By the Big O mOtel, there’s a drive through bar,
They’ll make you a daiquiri in a mason jar.
The man at the window with the receding hair line,
Looks away from me but says “; same place, same time “;.
At the Big O Motel, on the vibrating bed,
Cologne drenched curtains of velour red.


Lyric Big O Motel – Tarnation