Carnegie Motor Inn Lyrics

At the Carnegie Motor Inn, at the Carnegie Motor Inn

At the Carnegie Motor Inn, at the Carnegie Motor Inn

Two fully clothed bodies

Lying in an unmade bed

A cheap plastic fan, circling from a concrete ceiling overhead

A badly painted owl looks down from a dirty white wall

In the Carnegie Motor inn, room 124

If I had a steady job

Then things just wouldn't be this way

But I'm a casual gig economy worker

And so this is the kind of place where we must stay

In the Carnegie Motor Inn, in the Carnegie Motor Inn

In the Carnegie Motor Inn, in the Carnegie Motor Inn

Your life has never been easy, so this is nothing new

You point to a stain on the mattress, that looks like hardened glue

You put a towel on a grimy table, so we can eat cold Korean takeaway

I get some warm beer from the cupboard

You put your stubby inside a battered ashtray

Let me tear down these grey curtains

And I'll show you an infinite sky

I'll put candles in the dank bathroom

And a nightmask right across your eyes

If you turn off the Princess Highway

Just before the Rosstown Hotel

You will see a motor inn with a vacancy sign

And a hole where the 'no' never dwells

There's an old women in a flimsy night gown

Pushing a shopping trolley full of dirty sheets

There's a few battered men sitting on plastic chairs

They start to smile when she begins to sing

There's few battered men sitting on plastic chairs

They start to smile when she begins to sing

In the Carnegie Motor inn, in the Carnegie Motor Inn

In the Carnegie Motor inn, in the Carnegie Motor Inn

You and I in the Carnegie Motor Inn