Текст (слова) песни: The Black Crowes - 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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