You can find another country if you want
Somewhere you can hide yourself away
Find yourself another set of holes to haunt
Get yourself another debt that you cant pay

Yeah, you can try to run for cover everywhere
Add another letter to your name
Burn everything you ever used to wear
Get yourself another lover that looks the same

But sometimes its the medicine itself that makes the pain

Well, you can always make another move again
Another set of keys, a different town
And you can try to lose yourself in them
till the truth it catches up and cuts you down

cos sometimes its the medicine itself that makes the pain

And you can always hide the wreckage that you come from
But every new disguise is just another lie to run from.

You can only try to fool yourself so long
With any kind of measure you can find
cos every phony pleasure youve been on
Has lifted off and left the pain behind.

cos sometimes its the medicine itself that makes the pain