They´re pickin´ up pieces of me,
While they´re pickin´ up pieces of you.
In a bag you will be, before the day is over.
Were you looking for somewhere to be.
Or looking for someone to do.
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you.
And on the back of my hand,
Were, directions I could understand.
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker,
Has gone and ruined all our plans.
Our best-made plans.

Don´t leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign.
Don´t leave me here, my guiding light,
´Cause I, I, wouldn´t know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine.

They´re pickin´ up pieces of me,
While they´re pickin´ up pieces of you.
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over.
It´s a case in point baby,
That you never thought it through.
Stupid me, to believe I could depend on stupid you.
And on the tip of my tongue,
Were, words that always came out all wrong.
´Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort,
Left to dry-out in the Sun,
The noon-day Sun.

Don´t leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign.
Don´t leave me here, my guiding light,
´Cause I, I, wouldn´t know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine,
But it seems that they´ve lost their powers.
Now all I´m left with is the hour.

Don´t leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign.
Don´t leave me here, my guiding light,
´Cause I, I, wouldn´t know where to begin.
I asked the Kings of Medicine,
But it seems that they have lost their powers.
Now all I´m left with is the hour.

Don´t leave me here,
Don´t leave me here, oh no-oh,
I wouldn´t know where to begin.