Medicine

Like a ghost, you'll find me following my feet All alone just touring round the quiet streets Like a ghost, you'll catch me in the corner of your eye Struggling with emphysema, I need more to get by Like a skeleton, I am brittle Made of bones and hope I don't need you or anyone reading my horoscope To say I haven't got long left would be an understatement Take the bag and read the box, you'll see that I need So much more than medicine I need so much more than old-fashioned medicine So much morе than medicine I need so much more than old-fashionеd medicine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah In bathroom mirrors, I see your reflection I turn around and I look back, and you're old and black and then you're gone again I get to bed, but keep the lights I feel the air flexing and all the seams connecting Shadows moving out of sync and I cast my eye I spot you floating in the darkness and I'm petrified I turn around and try to run but you're in every room I grab a loaded gun that I hold when I think that I need So much more than medicine I need so much more than old-fashioned medicine So much more than medicine I need so much more than old-fashioned medicine Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah