| Song | Bad Medicine |
| Artist | Liz Green |
| Album | O, Devotion! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| The words of an old place and they’re always in time with his soul. | |
| Though his face be cracked and worn like age-old summer soil. | |
| You know he gave you his hand so you would lift him off that ground, | |
| And no-one wants a hand that’s rough to touch from the shit it’s been carrying around. | |
| And every man wants more than he, ever did before. | |
| He’s still got no way out, | |
| We’ve got no way out, | |
| No way out, | |
| We’ve got no way out of this. | |
| Well he walks though town like a bible prophet, | |
| Knows he owns it all, but sometimes he doesn’t bother | |
| No sometimes he doesn’t bother | |
| Lord well he knows the dark hearts of men | |
| And he’s been there before | |
| Yeah he won’t go there again, | |
| No yeah, he won’t go there again. | |
| For every man wants more than he, ever did before. | |
| He’s still got no way out | |
| We’ve got no way out | |
| No way out | |
| We’ve got no way out of this. | |
| So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags, | |
| Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cos I’ll spit it right back out. | |
| He tried so hard to fit in but he never really got a chance. | |
| Before he spoke they burnt him, cut him, roped him and finally put him in the ground. | |
| He said ‘I’ve been though war, and I’ve been though law and I’ve climbed that hill so cold | |
| Yeah I’ve been though more than you’ll ever know still they never let me go | |
| And every man wants more than he, ever did before | |
| He’s still got no way out | |
| We’ve got no way out | |
| No way out | |
| We’ve got no way out of this | |
| So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags | |
| Don’t give me none of that medicine ‘cos I’ll spit it right back out | |
| Oh yeah, I’ll spit it right, | |
| Yeah I’ll spit it right | |
| Oh I’ll spit it right back out. | |
| I will spit it right, | |
| I will spit it right, | |
| I will spit it right back out. |
| The words of an old place and they' re always in time with his soul. | |
| Though his face be cracked and worn like ageold summer soil. | |
| You know he gave you his hand so you would lift him off that ground, | |
| And noone wants a hand that' s rough to touch from the shit it' s been carrying around. | |
| And every man wants more than he, ever did before. | |
| He' s still got no way out, | |
| We' ve got no way out, | |
| No way out, | |
| We' ve got no way out of this. | |
| Well he walks though town like a bible prophet, | |
| Knows he owns it all, but sometimes he doesn' t bother | |
| No sometimes he doesn' t bother | |
| Lord well he knows the dark hearts of men | |
| And he' s been there before | |
| Yeah he won' t go there again, | |
| No yeah, he won' t go there again. | |
| For every man wants more than he, ever did before. | |
| He' s still got no way out | |
| We' ve got no way out | |
| No way out | |
| We' ve got no way out of this. | |
| So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags, | |
| Don' t give me none of that medicine ' cos I' ll spit it right back out. | |
| He tried so hard to fit in but he never really got a chance. | |
| Before he spoke they burnt him, cut him, roped him and finally put him in the ground. | |
| He said ' I' ve been though war, and I' ve been though law and I' ve climbed that hill so cold | |
| Yeah I' ve been though more than you' ll ever know still they never let me go | |
| And every man wants more than he, ever did before | |
| He' s still got no way out | |
| We' ve got no way out | |
| No way out | |
| We' ve got no way out of this | |
| So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags | |
| Don' t give me none of that medicine ' cos I' ll spit it right back out | |
| Oh yeah, I' ll spit it right, | |
| Yeah I' ll spit it right | |
| Oh I' ll spit it right back out. | |
| I will spit it right, | |
| I will spit it right, | |
| I will spit it right back out. |
| The words of an old place and they' re always in time with his soul. | |
| Though his face be cracked and worn like ageold summer soil. | |
| You know he gave you his hand so you would lift him off that ground, | |
| And noone wants a hand that' s rough to touch from the shit it' s been carrying around. | |
| And every man wants more than he, ever did before. | |
| He' s still got no way out, | |
| We' ve got no way out, | |
| No way out, | |
| We' ve got no way out of this. | |
| Well he walks though town like a bible prophet, | |
| Knows he owns it all, but sometimes he doesn' t bother | |
| No sometimes he doesn' t bother | |
| Lord well he knows the dark hearts of men | |
| And he' s been there before | |
| Yeah he won' t go there again, | |
| No yeah, he won' t go there again. | |
| For every man wants more than he, ever did before. | |
| He' s still got no way out | |
| We' ve got no way out | |
| No way out | |
| We' ve got no way out of this. | |
| So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags, | |
| Don' t give me none of that medicine ' cos I' ll spit it right back out. | |
| He tried so hard to fit in but he never really got a chance. | |
| Before he spoke they burnt him, cut him, roped him and finally put him in the ground. | |
| He said ' I' ve been though war, and I' ve been though law and I' ve climbed that hill so cold | |
| Yeah I' ve been though more than you' ll ever know still they never let me go | |
| And every man wants more than he, ever did before | |
| He' s still got no way out | |
| We' ve got no way out | |
| No way out | |
| We' ve got no way out of this | |
| So if my eyes turn black and my teeth fall out and my hairs caught up in rags | |
| Don' t give me none of that medicine ' cos I' ll spit it right back out | |
| Oh yeah, I' ll spit it right, | |
| Yeah I' ll spit it right | |
| Oh I' ll spit it right back out. | |
| I will spit it right, | |
| I will spit it right, | |
| I will spit it right back out. |