Lyrics 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
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
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