| Song | Hotel Illness |
| Artist | The Black Crowes |
| Album | Croweology |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Robinson, Robinson | |
| Oh good heavens, baby where is my medicine? | |
| Well I must have left it outside with my etiquette | |
| The undertakers rule of thumb, ooh | |
| It's hard to talk with a | |
| Novocain tongue | |
| Yes it isThis room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain't a punishment | |
| Hypnotize by your rotten behavior | |
| Yeah, this weeks fashion is last years flavor | |
| I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders | |
| Yeah, the politics of the worlds greatest liar | |
| Every time | |
| This room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain't a punishment | |
| So tell me, baby | |
| Is it true all those things | |
| That they say about you | |
| This room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can't seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain't a punishment | |
| Yeah, no, no, no |
| zuo ci : Robinson, Robinson | |
| Oh good heavens, baby where is my medicine? | |
| Well I must have left it outside with my etiquette | |
| The undertakers rule of thumb, ooh | |
| It' s hard to talk with a | |
| Novocain tongue | |
| Yes it isThis room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can' t seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain' t a punishment | |
| Hypnotize by your rotten behavior | |
| Yeah, this weeks fashion is last years flavor | |
| I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders | |
| Yeah, the politics of the worlds greatest liar | |
| Every time | |
| This room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can' t seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain' t a punishment | |
| So tell me, baby | |
| Is it true all those things | |
| That they say about you | |
| This room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can' t seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain' t a punishment | |
| Yeah, no, no, no |
| zuò cí : Robinson, Robinson | |
| Oh good heavens, baby where is my medicine? | |
| Well I must have left it outside with my etiquette | |
| The undertakers rule of thumb, ooh | |
| It' s hard to talk with a | |
| Novocain tongue | |
| Yes it isThis room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can' t seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain' t a punishment | |
| Hypnotize by your rotten behavior | |
| Yeah, this weeks fashion is last years flavor | |
| I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders | |
| Yeah, the politics of the worlds greatest liar | |
| Every time | |
| This room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can' t seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain' t a punishment | |
| So tell me, baby | |
| Is it true all those things | |
| That they say about you | |
| This room smells like hotel illness | |
| The scars | |
| I hide are not your business | |
| I can' t seem to make hair nor hide of this | |
| No baby love ain' t a punishment | |
| Yeah, no, no, no |