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lyrics
AIn’t never been nowhere I weren’t shipped to with a gun With the hard measured steps of a soldier on the run
I came home from the war just to see what we’d become Said we could leave this tired life. Forget all that we’d done
In rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
They found you face down in an algae-soaked swimming pool Under the cool neon lights of the lucky lady motel
Rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
The mildew-stained concrete. Dusty exam lights
Long stainless bed, tray of doctors knives by your side
He pulled on back the sheets, a somber wicked treat tried on for size Your wrists marked in scars tell the story of your life
In rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
I grab my service rifle. Stare into the breach. Drop a lonesome round, somewhere out of reach
In a room by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave, just like so Just like so
Just like so
Rooms by the hour, no ID required, oh no.
When you dig a rut deep enough, it becomes your grave just like so Just like so
Just like so
Just like so
Just like so
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