“Medicine.”a

Medicine . . .
What’s it doing for me?
I said, medicine . . .
Oh, oh, oh . . .
Medicine, medicine . . .

Back in the day my Father,
Took what he was given.
Trying to hold back the reaper,
Trying to avoid the light.
In the end they took him,
He left us all behind.

Medicine . . .
What’s it doing for me?
I said, medicine . . .
Oh, oh, oh . . .
Medicine, medicine . . .

Back in the day my Mother,
Took what she was given.
The doctor forgot she was allergic,
Thankfully she avoided the light.
In the end she took them,
He’s the doctor, it’s alright.

Medicine . . .
What’s it doing for me?
I said, medicine . . .
Oh, oh, oh . . .
Medicine, medicine . . .

A new day’s now upon me,
Taking what I am given.
Trying to hold back my depression,
Trying to be just right.
In the end I take them,
Trying to avoid the light.

Medicine . . .
What’s it doing for me?
I said, medicine . . .
Oh, oh, oh . . .
Medicine, medicine . . .