Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Working in the backyard of motel 55
Cleaning up the mess they’re leaving in their hives
They pay me to wash the dishes and also to close my eyes
One of these days I’ll surely become blind
But I hear them scream
I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt

That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about

Sweeping down the floors of motel 55
Bending down the chin not to see the smiles
You see on faces held by liquors and rye
I reckon these needles probably tell me why…

But I hear them scream

I hear them shout
I swear, I hear them squeal
And there’s no doubt
That tomorrow will bring new things not to talk about