Straight jacket

Where's the medic at?

Some say they're Jesus and some claim to be prophets,
Well I'm neither one but I can see what's inside.
Some say they're Jesus and some claim to be prophets,
Well I'm neither one but I can see what's inside.

And now you're running away from.
All the ghost of your past, all the scars that remind you.
What are you running away from,
And do you think you'll find what is it your searching for?
What is it you are searching for?

Some of you believe there's no way of escaping,
The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket.

Yeah you know me, I use to sleep with a straitjacket on.
Yeah you know me.
And now you're running away from all the ghosts of your past,
All the scars that remind you.
What are you running from,
And do you think you'll find what it is your searching for? Someone call the medic, we've lost our minds.
Someone call the medic quick, or we're dead.

Scars are our souvenirs, the one thing we never lose.
Yeah you know me, I used to sleep with a straitjacket on.
Yeah you know me; only the medic can bring me back.

Some say they're Jesus and some claim to be prophets,
Well I'm neither one but I can see what's inside.
Some of you believe there's no way of escaping,
The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket.

Yeah you know me, I used to sleep with a straitjacket on.
Yeah you know me; only the medic can bring me back.