They're picking up pieces of me,
While they're picking up pieces of you
In a bag you will be, before the day is over
Were you looking for somewhere to be?
Or looking for someone to do?
Stupid me, to believe that I could [bad word] in stupid you
And on the back of my hand,
Were, directions I could understand
Now that old buzzard Johnnie Walker,
Has gone [bad word] 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 picking up pieces of me,
While they're picking 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 me, to believe I could depend on stupid you
And on the tip of my tongue,
Were, words that always came out wrong
'Cause they were drowned in [bad word] 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 they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hours

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 they've lost their powers
Now all I'm left with is the hours

Don't leave me here,
Don't leave me here, oh no-oh,
I wouldn't know where to begin.