Lyrics:

It Took A Lost Weekend In A Hotel In Amsterdam
and Double Pneumonia In A Single Room
and The Sickest Joke Was The Price Of The Medicine
are You Laughing At Me Now May I Please Laugh Along With You
this Morning I Woke Up From A Deep Unquiet Sleep
with Ashtray Clothes And Miss Lonelyheart's Pen
with Which I Wrote For You A Lovesong In Tatoo
upon My Palm 'twas Stolen From Me When Jesus Took My Hand
you See I I Wouldn't Say It If I Didn't Mean It
drop Me And I'll Fall To Pieces Too Easily
i Was A King Bee With A Head Full Of Attitude
wore My Heart On My Sleeve Like A Stained
my Aim Was To Taboo You
could We Meet In The Marketplace
did I Ever Hey Please Did You Wound My Knees
you See I I Wouldn't Say It If I Didn't Mean It
drop Me And I'll Fall To Pieces
yes It's Too Easy And There's Nobody Else To Blame
will I Hang My Head In A Crying Shame
there Is Nobody Else To Blame Nobody Else Except My Sweet Self
again It Took A Lost Weekend In A Hotel In Amsterdam
twenty Four Gone Years To Conclude In Tears
that The Sickest Joke Was The Price Of The Medicine
are You Laughing At Me Now
may I Please Laugh Along
i Was A King Bee With A Head Full Of Attitude
and Ashtray Heart On My Sleeve Wounded Knees
and My One Love Song Was A Tatoo Upon My Palm
you Wrote Upon Me When You Took My Hand
you See I I Wouldn't Say It If I Didn't Mean It
drop Me And I'll Fall To Pieces Too Easily