Kings of Medicine

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