Motel Seven Lyrics - Singles - Marty Cain

4 white walls and a television 

that never could turn on 

the spot where a clock once sat that was long ago pawned 

vomit green stained couches 

cigarette smoke in the air 

empty beer cans in the corner 

and im not quite sure where to stare 

the kids are on the street playing ball 

dad's strung out and staring at the wall 

mom's on the corner paying the rent 

welcome to motel seven 

motel seven 

the radiator hums and the paint chips 

gunshots keep me up at night 

come ons from the whores downstairs 

screams from another fight 

standing next to the vending machine 

he's got a belt wrapped round his arm 

shaking all over got twitching eyes 

says the white lady protects him from harm 

the kids are on the street playing ball 

dad's strung out and staring at the wall 

momma's on the corner paying the rent 

welcome to motel seven 

motel seven 

yeah yeah 

i want to see it go away 

i don't want stay another day 

so sick of motel seven 

so sick of motel seven 

the kids are on the street playing ball 

dad's strung out and staring at the wall 

momma's on the corner paying the rent 

welcome to motel seven