Music

The Cult’s Medicine Train Lyrics

Shotgun!

Standing on a stage the boy started shaking

Lip curled back, place started quaking

I ain’t got long to go now baby

I’m flying high

Riding on a medicine train

Never coming down again

Riding on a medicine train

I ain’t never, never coming down

All fired up a desolation angel

Shooting from a hip in the Sonic Temple

I ain’t got long to go now baby

I’m flying high

Don’t you take me down the river, please