He's lying on the double bed acting self assured
in his t-shirt and his underwear he's barely said a word
she pours a cup of coffee lights the day's first cigarette
picks up the phone and call her her kids from the mobile kitchenette
There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall
both their heads are pounding from last night's alcohol
they met in a chat room then they took it here
they both go by pseudonyms and soon they'll disappear
Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels
come looking for the grace from which they fell
they hold on to each other in the darkness
the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
He met her at the pool hall the guys told him she was touched
now she's ranting and she's raving about the Devil, Church and such
he's thinking about the highway and the way she begged last night
he's wishing he had blown this dump before the morning light
Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels
come looking for the grace from which they fell
they hold on to each other in the darkness
the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
Lancelot and Guenivere band their bedpost in my ear
neon l ights the castle walls bug lights in the entry halls
I lie awake with a troubled mind thinking 'bout what I left behind
me and the royal denizens got damn good reasons for our sins
There's a couple counting money in room 124
they're wrapping 10's and 20's throwing 1's on the floor
they're strung out and nervous, they jump at every little sound
he keeps picking up his pistol then putting his pistol down
Cheaters, liars, outlaws, and fallen angels
come looking for the grace from which they fell
they hold on to each other in the darkness
the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
