Hey you, were'd get that blues? In a juke box job down townnSay gee it's quarter to three - and she left me by the record machinenI know I'm gonna even that score - This time is for surenSay man haven't felt this bad - since 1984nSo let's dancennWhat ya gonna do? I don't know for surenOne thing that I know - I'm gonna dance 'til a quarter to fournWe're broke on rum and coke - and I'm on heroin jonesnMushrooms and acid too - and all that speed we smokednSo take my hand and save me a dancenGive me religion come on one more chancenTake my hand save my soulnDown at the heartbreak Motel