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?

 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

 Chorus 2x

 One step from bein' free, what did you think
 You'd see at the bottom of the medicine jar