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 jarthe power of church is real
the queen and state has
lost its zeal but you will find
that satan still holds court
and if you find another way
you'll be more popular than
Green Day if you decide to
take that chance
wait for me
woooooooooo, hooooo whh jesus
woooooooooo, hooooo whh jesus
he is hated more than us
but loved more than dss
and if you had the choice you would pay the rent
scientific humanism might replace
the icons we know
but there is no-one there to lead us in