U Can't Sing R Song
Of the tragedies in man
Lurking in the core of us all
The last dying call for the everlost
Brief encounters, bleeding pain
Lepers coiled neath the trees
Dying men in bewildered soliloquys
Perversions bloom round the bend
Seekers, lost in their quest
Ghosts of friends frolic
under the waning moon
It is the year of death
Wielding his instruments
Stealth sovereign reaper
Touching us with ease
Infecting the roots in an instant
Burning crop of disease
I am just a spectator
An advocate documenting the loss
Fluttering with
Medicine Man
J. Stacy / S. Storey
Cabin on a cruise with a window chair - Nowhere to go, so you might as well go there - Organizing letters, pictures of your long lost friends - Staring out the window, looking for the medicine man...
Man-o-man what you need is the medicine man... Ooooo - gotta find him, if you can...
You got a thing for pain, but you never felt like this before - Still got money, feel down and dirty poor - Traveling lighter, just taking what you need - Sleeping all hours, sleep-walking in between...
Man-o-man what you need is the medicine man... Ooooo - gotta find him, if you can...
Oooo, medicine man -- you cure my condition - Oooo, do what you can -- you talk and I'll listen... To the medicine man...
Oooo, you were all the rave, baby in your day, you were really something...
You really gave it to them - you just walked right through them... oh yeaah....
All the women talked about you, the men loved to see you - then...
Oooo, you were the one to watch, the debutante that made it happen...
Oooooooooo, you can live again...
You need the medicine man... Need the medicine man... Man-o-man... you gotta get the medicine man.