BLACK CROWES - Hotel Illness lyrics

rate me

Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine? <br>I must have left it outside with my etiquette<br>The undertaker's rule of thumb<br>It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue<br><br>This room smells like hotel illness<br>The scars I hide are now your business<br>I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this<br>No baby love is not a punishment.<br><br>Hypnotize by your rotten behavior<br>This week's fashion is last year's flavor<br>I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders<br>The politics of the world's greatest liar<br><br>So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...