Fast Horse - Tori Amos

How can I be drunk?

You strike with dry poison

I am possessed

Still engaged in some kind of advanced shackling

Girl you got to find you the man who

can smoke this out, Bad Medicine

Girl you got to find you the man who

can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say —

You got you a fast horse darlin'

But all you do is complain it ain’t a maserati.

You had a soul that you left back in Memphis

but your mama ain’t New York she is pure

Tennessee

On a desrt High-way

I am struck by my own rage

Time-bomb in his palm a finger-apple

augments this advanced shackling

Girl you got to find you the man who

can smoke this out, Bad Medicine

Girl you got to find you the man who

can smoke this out, Good Medicine would say —

You got you a fast horse darlin'

but all you do is complain it ain’t a maserati.

You had a soul that you left back in Memphis

but your mama ain’t New York she is pure

can’t you see your mama ain’t New York

she is pure Tennessee

Tennessee