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