Lost Weekend Lyrics - 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'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