They're pickin' up pieces of me,
While they're pickin' up pieces of you
In a bag you will be, before the day is over
Were you looking for somewhere to be
Or looking for someone to do
Stupid me, to believe that I could trust in stupid you
And on the back of my hand,
Were, directions I could understand
Now that old buzzard Johnny Walker,
Has gone and ruined all our plans
Our best-made plans

Don't leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light,
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the Kings of Medicine

They're pickin' up pieces of me,
While they're pickin' up pieces of you
Lying on ice you will be before the day is over
It's a case in point baby,
That you never thought it through
Stupid me, to believe I could depend on stupid you
And on the tip of my tongue,
Were, words that always came out all wrong
'Cause they were drowned in Southern Comfort,
Left to dry-out in the Sun,
The noon-day Sun

Don't leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light,
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the Kings of Medicine,
But it seems that they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hour

Don't leave me here, to cast through time,
Without a map, or road sign
Don't leave me here, my guiding light,
'Cause I, I, wouldn't know where to begin
I asked the Kings of Medicine,
But it seems that they have lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hour

Don't leave me here,
Don't leave me here, oh no-oh,
I wouldn't know where to begin