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...