Medicine Jar — Skid Row

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?

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?

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

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