Caught the mother jack knifin`
A little bit low lifin`
Goin` twenty paces with the medicine man
Runnin` from the girl in pigskin
A little gun shy but shootin`
Hidin` in the kitchen with his head in his hand
Bleed, me--why can`t you say what you mean?
(Chorus)
How far has it gone, it didn`t take you long
To put your hand in the medicine jar
In your private hell, now you`ve found yourself
In the hands of the medicine jar
Sittin` here with all your bitchin`
Cookin` up a new addiction
Prayin` that the light of day ain`t wakin` the dead
Droppin` like a bomb on Hiro
Shakin` like San Francisco
Only to be diggin` out to do it again
Bleed, me--why can`t you say what you mean?
(Repeat Chorus)
Make it go away, make it go a--way
Caught the mother jack knifin`
A little bit of low lifin`
Goin` twenty paces with the medicine man
Droppin` like the bomb on Hiro
Shakin` like San Francisco
Hidin` in the jungle with your head in the sand
(Repeat Chorus 2x)
One step from bein` free, what did you think
You`d see at the bottom of the medicine jar