Here's one for the wreckage   Here's one for the spent   Here's one for all liars, harlots, kings and queens and the fraudulent   If I'm poor in spirit, give me a second chance   I could rape you with a single look   Kill you with a glance      Come up to my motel room   It ain't dying but related   Come up to my motel room   It all gets so complicated   Waiting for a wake-up call to put the demons all to flight   And I'm stuck in this motel room   Can you save my life?      The art is so generic here   The decor and the drapes   Why, the decorator oughta get two consecutive life terms for stuff like this   Dick is next door laying Jane, whom he's never seen before   She'll even moan if the price is right   It says so on her business card      Can you come and pick up another skeleton man?   I been a-cuttin' my wrists for a little sickness within   Can you come and heal me up in each and every way?   In that Gideon's Bible, there's blood spilled on each and every page