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 didnt 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 didnt mean it Drop me and i'll fall to pieces Yes it's too easy and theres 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 didnt mean it Drop me and i'll fall to pieces too easily