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