Remedy Songtext

von Jennifer Knapp

In my blood the sun of a Kansas sky
Turn the Flint Hills gold
And burn them dry
O, the roads i had to take
To make good my escape

Tornado Alley, don't i know
You well i shoulda known better
Than to build my house in hell
O, the bones i had to break
To make my home in such a place

I think i need a doctor
With a shot to cure me
Whisky or a bullet, please
A shot to be my remedy

You've be around my
Neck so burdensome
You say i've changed
You rule what i've become
O, the bones i had to break
To fit into your perfect space

I think i need a doctor
With a shot to cure me
Whiskey or a bullet, please
A shot to be my remedy

Vanity: you've been hard to track
I wast my youth on you and i want
It back
O, the bones i've yet to break
I'm growing old
I need a home
I need a cure to stop this pain

I think i need a doctor
With a shot to cure me
Whiskey or a bullet please
A shot to be my remedy