Long distance call with the lying man
he said twenty miles from the airport is the promised land
a night in detroit he perfumed my ear
come into my spot no reason to fear
I'm inside the postcard and soon I can smell
The spell of the Motel
The lying man was standing deep in the shade
singing a sweet serenade
he's back in the sixties
hell's angels parade
we were surrounded by graveyards and american flags
it was the end of the day
we walked to the room and started to pray
So hungry I went out to find a sushi
the avenue was vast - a desert
nothing but a pale girl staring at me
I'd rather meet a pervert or a human sushi
she asked me for a nickel
I ask her for a piece
misunderstanding
no reason for a battle
I went back to the motel
the only light i could see
I needed a bath and bubbles around me
I vanished into the water and gently smiled
I sniffed my baby's pants and lied on her sidewalks
Tomorrow we'll be in Mexico
