Motel Killafornia- comfort with a forty-five.
Call for room service, we'll be glad to pull the trigger.
No vacancy- full tendency. There's a man in room sixty-six
Hooking up a cheap fix. A whore is sucking dick in room six-
While a tweeker is jacking off in room sixty-nine.
The bellboy is wired, the receptionist is tired-
She just got fucked in the bathroom. Room service for the
Guest in room one-eighty-seven. Time to check-out. A bullet
Thru' the dome- dispense from a forty-four chrome. Suicide
Was the ruling.
There is still no vacancy- suicidal tendencies in every room.
For some is fun, for others doom. Two faggots are taking
Turns in room twenty-two. A fifteen year old is being raped.
Taped she can't scream, taking the pain inbetween.
Motel Killafornia in service for six-hundred and sixty-six
Years. It's location is unknown, once you find it, there's
NO coming home. I'm in room eleven, fucking a whore. She's
Sucking my dick. Face in the pillow, fucking her some more.
In her asshole my lizard roams. Coming in her- I smoke some
More trees.
Motel Killafornia were I dwell and smell like pussy. Where
You die if you lie- Sins are welcomed, evil is redeemed.
Demons' are conceaved and the Devil is the host.
I'll be your tour guide, "Welcome to Hotel Killafornia"