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Hotel Illness 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...
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