Hotel Illness              
             
Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine? 
I must have left it outside with my etiquette 
The undertaker's rule of thumb 
It's hard to talk with a novocain tongue 

This room smells like hotel illness 
The scars I hide are now your business 
I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this 
No baby love is not a punishment. 

Hypnotize by your rotten behavior 
This week's fashion is last year's flavor 
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders 
The politics of the world's greatest liar 

So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...


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