I am a medicine man
Bring me your colors and I'll fix them for you
When in the ground you said, “I'm sorry”
Ripped into pieces
I am not okay with this she says
Your hands are on my thighs again
Do I posses the strength
To tear off half your face
Before you do me in
I'm not a medicine man
Don't bring me your colors just to fix them
When in the ground you said you're sorry
(you're sorry)
(I can tell you're not)
(I can tell you're not)
(I can tell you're not)
(I can tell you're not)