Breaking Locks

When I checked into that hotel
I couldn’t keep from making a living hell
I took off my jewelry and rented a movie
Then I tried to call you cause something confused me
I went for a walk to find some blood
With a blinder’s eyes on my miserable mug
Breaking locks, and getting shocked
No one should ever hold me up
I’ve been too awful to ever be thoughtful
To ever be nice
When I took off my winter clothes
My body looked like forty or fifty crows
Alone in my mansions, I had to commend you
But I was just escaping your conjugal sand dunes
And now I’m like this, a bare-chested ghoul
With his cigarette eyes and his visible drool