Vertigo Motel

(album: Anarchists Of Good Taste - 2001)

You've got me hanging by my throat
Swinging from a tree
Swaying in the breeze
As I die my eyes glaze over
Swinging from a tree
Swaying in the breeze

Swinging
Swaying
Swinging
Swaying

In the silent twilight I heard the crickets cry
As the holocaust horizon victimised the sky
In the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell
Neon red like the vacancy sign at the Vertigo Motel

Won't you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries

You always knew just what to say
From birth, deathbed into the grave
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
I'm spinning

Vital organs on the dance floor gyrating to the beat
As the ghost of the goat head wanders through the street
Exacting revenge, he drowns his victims in a well
For his murder 40 years ago at the Vertigo Motel

Won't you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries

You always knew just what to say

You always knew just what to say
From birth, deathbed into the grave
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
I'm spinning

In the silent twilight I heard the crickets cry
As the holocaust horizon victimised the sky
In the bowels of a small town spins a vortex of hell
Neon red like the vacancy sign at the Vertigo Motel

Won't you come and shatter my glass heart?
Inject black tar in my arteries

You've got me hanging by my throat
Swinging from a tree
Swaying in the breeze
As I die my eyes glaze over
Swinging from a tree
Swaying in the breeze

Swinging