Oh good heavens, baby where´s my medicine?
I must have left it outside with my etiquette
The undertaker´s rule of thumb
It´s hard to talk with a novocain tongue

This room smells like hotel illness
The scars I hide are now your business
I can´t seem to make hair nor hide of this
No baby love is not a punishment.

Hypnotize by your rotten behavior
This week´s fashion is last year´s flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
The politics of the world´s greatest liar

So tell me baby is it true all those things that they say about you...