Black Crowes Hotel Illnes Lyrics

Hotel Illnes 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...