The Scabs Medicine Man song lyrics

He's making deals with the devil

He sits by his right hand

He maybe promising heaven

But he ain't that kind of man

He's always talking by good times

But never in a future tense

If you decide to take his hand

Don't expect him to be your friend

He's comin' and goin'

The promised land

Don't ask him to help you

'Cause he can't

The Medicine Man

If you turn left at the cross roads

If you're headed for a dead end street

Don't be lookin' for stop signs

Cause that's something you won't meet

Don't be misleas by the roses

That grow by the side of the road

'Cause if you go back again barefoot

There's thorns deep in your soles