Hotel Illness - text
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...
The Southern Harmony And Musical Companion
- Sting Me
- Thorn In My Pride
- Bad Luck Blue Eyes Goodby..
- Sometimes Salvation
- Hotel Illness
- Black Moon Creeping
- No Speak No Slave
- My Morning Song
- Time Will Tell
- Sting Me (Slow)
- 99 lbs.