[Intro] [single overdriven bass note ringing out, drums enter slow and deliberate, rhythm guitar chugging quietly underneath — no lead guitar] [Verse 1] [full bass-led riff groove, wry and uneasy, unhurried — overdriven bass carries the main riff, rhythm guitar chugs behind it, no lead guitar, vocal smooth mid-range, conversational] Checked into a roadside motel Neon sign half burned out blue Clerk just smiled and passed the key Said room six-oh-six was due Bathroom mirror fogs up empty TV finds its own dead hour Somethin' sits down on the mattress Every night at three, right on the hour [Pre-Chorus] [drums tighten, double-kick driving harder, bass riff intensifies, rhythm guitar chug tightens with it, vocal rising into the keening high wail] Can you hear the springs a-creakin' Can you feel the cold come in Ain't nobody checked out of there Not for real, not for good, not since [Chorus] [full weight, overdriven bass riff driving the hook, rhythm guitar chugging hard underneath, double-kick locked in, vocal full-throated and driving, gang vocals on last line] Room six-oh-six don't ever empty Room six-oh-six collects its due Every guest that ever left there Left a little piece of who they knew Room six-oh-six is always rented Even when it's rented to you [Verse 2] [same bass-led groove, delivery a little more unsettled, vocal still smooth mid-range but with a low growl creeping in on the darker lines] Maid won't clean it past the doorway Owner won't discount the rate Says the ghost pays extra somehow Keeps the lights on, keeps it straight Travelers write it in the margins Of the book beside the bed "Didn't sleep much, wouldn't stay here" Some just write a name, and "dead" [Bass Solo] [Tempo 125 BPM] [rhythm guitar chugging hard throughout, double-kick drums driving relentlessly underneath, no lead guitar melody at any point — the overdriven bass takes the solo entirely, melodic and distorted, carrying the lead line alone over the chug and the double-kick] [Bridge] [Tempo 115 BPM] [half-time breakdown, doom-heavy, bass and rhythm guitar both drop back to the song's base tempo, vocal dropped low and growled, nearly demonic — guttural, throat-deep, barely melodic] Maybe it's a trucker's wife there Maybe it's a drifter's ghost Nobody's ever stayed to ask it Nobody stays to be the host [building back up toward the final chorus, bass riff widening, double-kick creeping back in] So if you're drivin' through at midnight And you need a bed, a light, a door Take the room they don't recommend you Somebody's waited there before [Chorus - Final] [tempo and weight peak here, heaviest version, overdriven bass riff maxed out, double-kick at full intensity, vocal breaks into full screaming on the caps lines — raw, torn, all-out] Room six-oh-six don't ever empty Room six-oh-six collects its due Every guest that ever left there Left a little piece of who they knew ROOM SIX-OH-SIX IS ALWAYS RENTED EVEN WHEN IT'S RENTED TO YOU [End]
