Lancelot and Guenevere bang their bedpost in my ear
Now she's ranting and she's raving about the Devil, Christ and such
Picks up the phone and calls her kids from the motel kitchenette
'Cause the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
So they hold on to each other in the darkness
So they hold on to each other in the darkness
He's thinking about the highway and the way she begged last night
Cheaters, liars, outlaws and fallen angels
Cheaters, liars, outlaws and fallen angels
He keeps picking up his pistol then putting his pistol down
Come looking for the grace from which they fell
They both go by pseudonyms and soon they'll disappear
Come looking for the grace from which they fell
Now there's a couple counting money in room 124

'Cause the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
He met her at the pool hall, the guys told him she is touched
They met in a chat room then they took it here
She pours a cup of coffee, lights the day's first cigarette

I lie awake with a troubled mind thinking 'bout what I left behind
The Camelot Motel
They're wrapping 10's and 20's throwing the 1's down on the floor
They're strung out and they're nervous, they jump at every little sound
Come looking for the grace from which they fell
'Cause the morning light is hell at the Camelot Motel
Me and the royal denizens got damn good reasons for our sins
He's wishing that he had blown this dump before the morning light
There's two guys moving slowly in the room across the hall
So they hold on to each other in the darkness
Neon lights the castle walls, bug lights in the entrance halls

Both their heads are pounding from last night's alcohol

Cheaters, liars, outlaws and fallen angels