Lost Weekend - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions
It took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam and double pneumonia in a single room and the sickest joke was the price of the medicine are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along with you this morning I woke up from a deep unquiet sleep with ashtray clothes and miss lonelyheart`s pen with which I wrote for you a lovesong in tatoo upon my palm 'twas stolen from me when Jesus took my hand you see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily I was a king bee with a head full of attitude wore my heart on my sleeve like a stained my aim was to taboo you could we meet in the marketplace did I ever hey please did you wound my knees you see I I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it drop me and I'll fall to pieces yes it's too easy and there's nobody else to blame will I hang my head in a crying shame there is nobody else to blame nobody else except my sweet self again it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam twenty four gone years to conclude in tears that the sickest joke was the price of the medicine are you laughing at me now may I please laugh along I was a king bee with a head full of attitude and ashtray heart on my sleeve wounded knees and my one love song was a tatoo upon my palm you wrote upon me when you took my hand you see I I wouldn't say it if i didn't mean it drop me and I'll fall to pieces too easily
Artist: Lloyd Cole And The Commotions
Title: Lost Weekend