Hotel Illness — текст песни (black crowes)

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...