Where's the medic at? Some say they're Jesus and some claim to be prophets Well I'm neither one But I can see what's inside Some say they're Jesus and some claim to be prophets Well I'm neither one But I can see that your loosing your touch
And now you're running away from All the ghosts of your past All the scars that remind you What are you running away from And do you think You'll find What it is your searching for What is it your searching for?
Some of you believe There's no way of escaping The scars of your past Hold you down like a straitjacket
Yeah you know me I used to sleep with straitjacket on Yeah you know me
And now you're running away from All the ghosts of your past All the scars thet remind you What are you running away from And do you think You'll find What it is your searching for
Someone call the medic We've lost our minds Someone call the medic quick We're gonna die Someone call the medic We've lost our minds Someone call the medic quick Or we're dead
Scars are our souvenirs The one thing That we never loose
Yeah you know me I used to sleep with a straitjacket on Yeah you know me
Only the medic can bring me backTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
