Primal Scream - Medication Lyrics
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Medication
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What Are The Lyrics For Medication By Primal Scream?
I get sick of living in the city
Everyone's a liar and a thief If the cancer don't The taxman's gonna get you If the women don't The doctors let you bleed I don't want to hang around with you Don't want to see you burn I don't want to see you turn blue I want to see the sun Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this hole Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this, cure this hole Everyone's steppin' on each other Shootin', snortin', smokin' all they can I wish that blood was thicker than water 'Cause drinkin' dirty water kills a man I don't want to hang around with you Don't want to see you burn I don't want to see you turn blue I want to see the sun Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this hole Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this, cure this hole I get sick of living in the city Everyone's a liar and a thief If the cancer don't The taxman's gonna get you If the women don't The doctors let you bleed Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this hole Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this, cure this hole Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this hole Gimme, gimme, gimme medication Gimme medication to cure this, cure this hole |
Who Wrote Medication By Primal Scream?
Martin Duffy, Bobby Gillespie, Andrew Innes, Robert Young
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