Straitjacket

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 you're losing

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 is it you're

searching for?

What is it you're searching for?

What is it you're searching for?

What is it you're searching for?

Some of you believe there's no way of escaping

The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket

Some of you believe there's no way of escaping

The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket

Yeah you know me, I used to sleep with a straitjacket

on

Yeah you know me

And now you're running away from

All the ghosts of your past, all the scars that remind

you

What are you running from?

And do you think you'll find what it is you're

searching for?

What it is you're searching for?

Someone call the medic, we've lost our minds

Someone call the medic now, we're gonna die

Someone call the medic, we've lost our minds

Someone call the medic now, or we're dead

I'm not a monster

I'm just a sick man

Who would do anything

To have his soul back

Scars are our souvenirs,

The one thing we never lose

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 of you believe there's no way of escaping

The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket

Yeah you know me, I used to sleep with a straitjacket

on

Yeah you know me, only the medic can bring me back