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 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