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melody motel
He drove up to the motel  In his town and country car  He watched the working women  With the field hands from the farm  He walked into the lobby  With his pleased to see you smile  Scribbled on to the register  His fictitious name and smiled  The footsteps of a young girl  Came tapping along the hall  The outline of his features  Were shadowed on the wall  She stood a little nervous  Half lit by the neon light  That flashed in many colours  Through the darkness of the night   The skin on his face  Like a well worn saddle  Smiled as he said goodnight  At the melody motel  It was business as usual  As the girls wiped the tears from their eyes   His shirt lay by his bedside  His jeans down by his feet  She swallowed hard and mumbled  With the key between her teeth  On went the television  The picture flickering slow  Top cat in the alley way  As they sat there all alone   He drove back up his driveway  In his town and country car  His wife was cooking chicken  With a baby in her arms  The smell of home cooked dinner  Filled the air at home that night  Screaming Officer Dibble  In the TV's flickering light   Slumped in his favourite armchair  His face as grey as stone  His feet up on the table  Next to the chicken bones  He seemed to show no feelings  Picking corn out from his teeth  Police down at the motel  As the blood dried on the sheets