Kings Of Medicine

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 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 they've 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.