Medecine Jar

(álbum: Subhuman Race - 1995)

[Bolan, Hill, Snake]

Caught the mother jack knifing
A little bit low lifing
Going twenty paces with the medicine man
Running from the girl in pigskin
A little gun shy but shooting
Hiding 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

Sitting here with all your bitching
Cooking up a new addiction
Praying that the light of day ain't waking the dead
Dropping like a bomb on Hiro
Shaking like San Francisco
Only to be digging 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 knifing
A little bit of low lifing
Going twenty paces with the medicine man
Dropping like the bomb on Hiro
Shaking like San Francisco
Hiding in the jungle with your head in the sand

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

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