Bucksport Motel from Bucksport Motel by Milan McAlevey

Well we ain't shacked up, but we live in a shack
And that shack
Ain't Where it's at
On the day they tell you there's a ghost in the house
We were hard to haunt
We were all out

Hooked on pills, living kiss or kill
That winter Feeling
Lord we were desperate
Had a margarita for breakfast
That winter feeling

Today I woke at the bottom of a well
It was cold as hell, Bucksport Motel
The receptionist she was nodding off
It's the last resort
For whom all is lost

Hooked on pills, living kiss or kill
That winter Feeling
Lord we were desperate
Had a line of cocaine for breakfast
That winter feeling

At the Bucksport Motel some people got big mouths
They were talking about me
They were all out

Hooked on pills, living kiss or kill
That winter Feeling
Lord we were desperate
Had a margarita for breakfast
That winter feeling

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