Hotel Illness

Oh, good Heavens, baby, where is my medicine?

Well, I must have left it outside, where's my etiquette?

The undertaker's rule of thumb

It's hard to talk with a Novocaine 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

Yeah, the politics of the world's greatest liars

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, 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

Love ain't, love ain't, to the

No, no, love ain't no punishment, yeah