friday, we`re bored because there`s no place to play
the promoters are fucked because we can`t draw a crowd
practice all week to play in my living room
gigging once a month where no one likes what you do
i`m drivin` down magnolia
i see it`s like a shrine
drive up to the window, i won`t waste any more time
grab for the key, the key to the future
pass out the fliers and clear the furniture
we`ll invite the manager if he don`t pull the plug
set up the equipment and the band
we`ll cut the rug if the cops come
there`s got to be a place
that`s suited right for us
that has no tight wad owner
who pays us 15 bucks
i wanna kick him in the butt...
motel six...
room 29
motel six...
fun all the time
motel six...
keep the money to ourselves
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