They're picking up pieces of me,
While they're picking 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 Johnnie Walker,
Has gone and ruined all our plans
Our best made plans
Don't leave me here, to pass 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 picking up pieces of me,
While they're picking 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 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 pass 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 hours
Don't leave me here, to pass 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 hours
Don't leave me here,
Don't leave me here, oh no-oh,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
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 Johnnie Walker,
Has gone and ruined all our plans.
Our best-made plans.
Don't leave me here, to pass 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 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 pass 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 that they've lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with it's the hour.
Don't leave me here, to pass 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 that they have lost their powers.
Now all I'm left with it's the hour.
Don't leave me here,
Don't leave me here, oh no-oh,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
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