Got a prescription from my medicine man.
To kill the twitches on my face.
Daddy said I must be sick in my brain.
I'm trying different cure without any disgrace.
The clock strikes midnight and I get the groove.
I'm starting to lose control.
Don't need a crystal ball to realize.
All I need is a fix of rock 'n roll.
Another cig, another shot and I'm ready to go.
Ain't got, no reason to stop, no chance to make me feel low.
I need my doctor.
Or my demons will haunt me forever.
A king-size medicine bag.
And don't preach at me, 'cause I know.
Rockers die younger.
I drink till I'm blind.
I drive till I puke.
My guts off and till I'm raw.
I know there's someone up above.
'Cause he's taking care of me, with so much love.
Another cig, another shot and I'm ready to go.
Ain't got, no reason to stop, no chance to make me feel low.
I need my doctor.
Or my demons will haunt me forever.
A king-size medicine bag.
And don't preach at me, 'cause I know, yeah, yeah.
I need my doctor.
Gimme more, more, more
Till I'm rotten to the core.
A king-size medicine bag.
And don't preach at me, 'cause I know.
Rockers die, younger, younger.
(Solo)
I need my doctor.
Or my demons will haunt me forever.
A king-size medicine bag.
And don't preach at me, 'cause I know.
Rockers die, younger. (I need my doctor.)
Rockers die, younger. (I need my doctor.)
Younger, younger. (I need my doctor.)
Rockers die. (I need my doctor.)
Rockers die, oh yeah.
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