Hotel Illness
Oh good heavens, baby wheres my medicine?
I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertakers rule of thumb
Its hard to talk with a novocain tongue
This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I cant seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment.
Hypnotize by your rotten behavior
This weeks fashion is last years flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
The politics of the worlds greatest liar
So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...
song performed by Black Crowes
Added by Lucian Velea
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