Karaoké 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 laughin' at me now

May I please laugh along with you

This mornin' 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 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 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 easy

There's nobody else to blame

I hang my head in a cryin' shame

There's nobody else to blame

Nobody else 'cept my sweet self

Oh yeah

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 laughin' at me now

May I please laugh along

Oh

I was a king bee with a head full of attitude and 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