Lyrics:

I must have left it outside with my etiquetteThe undertaker's rule of thumbIt's hard to talk with a novocain tongueThis room smells like hotel illnessThe scars I hide are now your businessI can't seem to make hair nor hide of thisNo baby love is not a punishment.Hypnotize by your rotten behaviorThis week's fashion is last year's flavorI got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spidersThe politics of the world's greatest liarSo tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...
Black Crowes Hotel Illness