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 this lonely heart's pen

with which i wrote for you a lovesong 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

too 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 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

yeah too easily

there's nobody else to blame

i hang my head in a crying shame

there is nobody else to blame

nobody else except my sweet self

it took a lost weekend in a hotel in amsterdam

twenty four gone years to conclude in tears

and 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

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