The Love Inn

I was looking for love at the love inn 

But nobody told me told me it was the heartbreak hotel.

It wasn’t pretty nor poetic

Heartache only lead me up steel-staircases, to sleazy motels...

Where the sheets’ll set your hairs running

All that rub-rub-rubbing

All those English girls 

Twirling their pearls... 

might make morality swirl...

In fact can we call it morality?

Let’s call it depravity. 

Let’s call it the dead souls. 

Let’s call it the found and lost. 

It all comes at a cost...

Here at the love inn... 

We only came for lovin