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