4 white walls and a television   that never could turn on   the spot where a clock once sat that was long ago pawned   vomit green stained couches   cigarette smoke in the air   empty beer cans in the corner   and im not quite sure where to stare      the kids are on the street playing ball   dad's strung out and staring at the wall   mom's on the corner paying the rent   welcome to motel seven   motel seven      the radiator hums and the paint chips   gunshots keep me up at night   come ons from the whores downstairs   screams from another fight   standing next to the vending machine   he's got a belt wrapped round his arm   shaking all over got twitching eyes   says the white lady protects him from harm      the kids are on the street playing ball   dad's strung out and staring at the wall   momma's on the corner paying the rent   welcome to motel seven   motel seven   yeah yeah      i want to see it go away   i don't want stay another day   so sick of motel seven   so sick of motel seven      the kids are on the street playing ball   dad's strung out and staring at the wall   momma's on the corner paying the rent   welcome to motel seven