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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Robinson
Chris Robinson
Vocals
Rich Robinson
Rich Robinson
Electric Guitar
Marc Ford
Marc Ford
Electric Guitar
Johnny Colt
Johnny Colt
Bass Guitar
Steve Gorman
Steve Gorman
Drums
Eddie Harsch
Eddie Harsch
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Robinson
Chris Robinson
Songwriter
Rich Robinson
Rich Robinson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes
Producer
George Drakoulias
George Drakoulias
Producer
Brendan O'Brien
Brendan O'Brien
Mixing Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh, good Heavens, baby, where is my medicine?
Well, I must have left it outside, where's my etiquette?
The undertaker's rule of thumb
It's hard to talk with a Novocaine tongue
Yes, it is
[Verse 2]
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 ain't a punishment
[Verse 3]
Hypnotized by your rotten behavior
Well, this week's fashion is last year's flavor
I got a head full of sermons and a mouth full of spiders
Yeah, the politics of the world's greatest liars
Every time
[Verse 4]
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 ain't a punishment
[Verse 5]
No, no, no, no, no
No, no
[Verse 6]
So tell me, baby, is it true?
All those things that they say about you
[Verse 7]
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 ain't a punishment
[Verse 8]
No, no, no, no, no
No it ain't
Love ain't, love ain't, to the
No, no, love ain't no punishment, yeah
Written by: Chris Robinson, Rich Robinson
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