hotel illness

Lyrics

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.