Million Dead - Medicine lyrics
[Million Dead - Medicine lyrics]
The day will come
At a redrawing of the boundaries
When Pilsudski will rear his head in Iberia
'Cause he's been moving west for centuries
Creeping every time that Mazzini turns
In his grave
And I have watched his drift with sallow skin
And with longing
For the western coasts where he
Would lay his head and get well
For he has caught a disease
That makes him bleed when breathing
They sent him south for the cure
To the shores of the Starnberger see
So the day will come when I pack my things
And move west into the setting sun
Because my strength has failed i am fading
So will you tend my sheep
And will you till my fields until I get back
Because I will be coming home
My health restored
And if Josef can lose himself in the dark
Of the continent then surely
There must be a way
That I can cough up the last
Of the blood in my lungs and lose myself
Nineteenth Century science
Cannot soother my chest
Staggering through Europe
I keep on heading west
My medicine is a setting sun
My medicine my medicine
Is a setting sun my medicine
Is a setting sun my medicine
My medicine is a setting sun
My medicine my medicine
Is a setting sun my medicine
My medicine is a setting sun
At a redrawing of the boundaries
When Pilsudski will rear his head in Iberia
'Cause he's been moving west for centuries
Creeping every time that Mazzini turns
In his grave
And I have watched his drift with sallow skin
And with longing
For the western coasts where he
Would lay his head and get well
For he has caught a disease
That makes him bleed when breathing
They sent him south for the cure
To the shores of the Starnberger see
So the day will come when I pack my things
And move west into the setting sun
Because my strength has failed i am fading
So will you tend my sheep
And will you till my fields until I get back
Because I will be coming home
My health restored
And if Josef can lose himself in the dark
Of the continent then surely
There must be a way
That I can cough up the last
Of the blood in my lungs and lose myself
Nineteenth Century science
Cannot soother my chest
Staggering through Europe
I keep on heading west
My medicine is a setting sun
My medicine my medicine
Is a setting sun my medicine
Is a setting sun my medicine
My medicine is a setting sun
My medicine my medicine
Is a setting sun my medicine
My medicine is a setting sun