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 someone to be.. Or looking for something 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 pass 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 meto believe that I could depend on stupid you.. And on the tip of my tongue. Were words that 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 pass 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 pass 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.. by: a1zicker