Crashed

Check outside your room

It just turned two

There's a candy machine in reception

Donuts and decaf brew

But a motel is no kind of home

And standby is no kind of life

There's a stranger's hair in your comb

And the blood of your wife on your knife

So you suck on the electric teat

Of pay-per-view and cable

Investing in strange chemistry

When the elements are stable

Crashed in the lobby with the checkout clerks and drifters

As drive-by lovers in rented rooms get high

You're a couch-surfing, soft-touch, fleece-bag grifter

And you need a little poison to get by

Got smacked by the printout

Another burn from the minibar

When Jim meets Jack meets Johnny

It leaves an untax-deductible scar

And you've insufficient fuel

To remain aloft

So you started your descent

But the landing strip lights are off

Yeah, the landing strip lights are off

The landing strip lights are off

You started your descent

And the landing strip lights are off

Crashed in the lobby of an airport mile motel

Crashed in the lobby of an airport mile motel

And the landing strip lights are off

Crashed in the lobby of an airport mile motel

And the landing strip lights are off

Crashed in the lobby of an airport mile motel

And the landing strip lights are off

And the landing strip lights are off

And the landing strip lights are off

Yeah, the landing strip lights are off

And the landing strip lights are off

Crashed

And the landing strip lights are off

And the landing strip lights are off