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