[Verse 1]
Caught the mother jack knifin'
A little bit of low lifin'
Goin' twenty paces with the medicine man
Runnin' from the girl in pigskin
A little gun shy but shootin'
Hiding in the kitchen with his head in his hand
[Pre-Chorus]
(Bleed me) Why can't you say what you mean?
[Chorus]
Well how far has it gone?
It didn't take you long
To put your hand in the medicine jar
In your private hell, well now you've found yourself
In the hands of the medicine jar
[Verse 2]
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
Caught the mother jack knifin'
A little bit of low lifin'
Goin' twenty paces with the medicine man
Runnin' from the girl in pigskin
A little gun shy but shootin'
Hiding in the kitchen with his head in his hand
[Pre-Chorus]
(Bleed me) Why can't you say what you mean?
[Chorus]
Well how far has it gone?
It didn't take you long
To put your hand in the medicine jar
In your private hell, well now you've found yourself
In the hands of the medicine jar
[Verse 2]
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
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