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, mewhy cant you say what you mean? How far has it gone, it didnt take you long To put your hand in the medicine jar In your private hell, now youve 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 aint wakin the dead Droppin like a bomb on Hiro Shakin like San Francisco Only to be diggin out to do it again Bleed, mewhy cant you say what you mean? Make it go away, make it go away 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 One step from bein free, what did you think Youd see at the bottom of the medicine jar
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