Caught the mother jack knifing
A little bit low lifing
Going twenty paces with the medicine man

Running from the girl in pigskin
A little gun shy but shooting
Hiding in the kitchen with his head in his hand


Bleed me--why can't you say what you mean?


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

Sitting here with all your b**ching

Cooking up a new addiction
Praying that the light of day
Ain't waking the dead

Dropping like a bomb on Hiro
Shaking like San Francisco
Only to be digging out to do it again


Bleed me--why can't you say what you mean?


Well 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

Make it go away, make it go--away


Caught the mother jack knifing
A little bit low lifing

Going twenty paces with the medicine man
Dropping like a bomb on Hiro
Shaking like San Francisco

Hiding in the jungle with his head in his hand

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


How far has it gone, it didn't take you long
To put your hand in the medicine jar


One step from being free, what did you think
You'd see at the bottom of the medicine jar