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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