Lyrics to: Hotel Illness
By Artist: Black Crowes
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...