Lost Weekend

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 love song in tattoo

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 so easily

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

Wore my heart on my sleeve like a stain

And 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

Yeah, easy, there's nobody else to blame

I hang my head in a crying shame (shame)

There's nobody else to blame

Nobody else except my sweet self, oh

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, oh

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude

An ashtray heart on my sleeve, wounded knees

And my one love song was a tattoo 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

Too easily

Too easily