Lost Weekend - Lloyd Cole And The Commotions

Lost Weekend (Live At Glastonbury Festival 15/11/1986) - Lloyd Cole
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锛噑 pen
With which I wrote for you a lovesong in tatoo
Upon my palm 锛噒was stolen from me
When jesus took my hand
You see I i wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it
Drop me and i锛噇l fall to pieces so 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 wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it
Drop me and i锛噇l fall to pieces
Yes it锛噑 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 wouldnt say it if I didnt mean it
Drop me and i锛噇l fall to pieces too easily
Too easily
Too easily