The Black Crowes - Hotel Illness lyrics

Oh good heavens, baby where's my medicine? Well, I must have left it outside with my etiquette The undertaker's rule of thumb It's hard to talk with a Novocain tongue, yes it is 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 ain't a punishment Hypnotized by your rotten behavior Well, 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, every time 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 ain't a punishment No no, no no So tell me baby is it true? All those things that they say about you 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 ain't a punishment No, no no no no No it ain't, no it ain't