Medicine

Well, you flew to New Orleans
To rent a car and to see your friend
To put him in the hospital again
In the back on the second floor
Right across from the radio bar
No food in the fridge I guess things had gone too far
Well, all things come, and all things pass
Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast
(Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast)
(Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast)
Well, all things come, and all things pass
(Takes a lot of medicine to go this fast)
Did man invent his illnesses?
We’re fundamentally unstable
Mother Mary’s shrine hiding under the tabl
In your blue silk robe Burning cigaretts
Dreaming of Isolde on a Baton Rouge deck
Where you going and what’s on spec?