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 can't 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 it's 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 it's 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 you've been on

Has lifted off and left the pain behind.



'Cos sometimes it's the medicine itself that makes the pain