Taste of My Medicine


Liner Notes: We all know that you have to work hard and dig deep to achieve a personal record. Sometimes you even have to take a few people out along the way. This song was born out of our experience while playing at the Rock the Parkway Half Marathon when we were lucky enough to have front row seats when one friend did just that. Sure, it's partially the band's fault for calling out his name, causing him to turn around and wave as he plowed over an unsuspecting runner. But achieve a PR he did, so all's fair in the name of love and PR's!

Seven thirty, few thousand on the line
A half marathon, I need a one twenty nine
Push to the front, try to get some space
The gun goes off, guess it's time to race

Pass mile two, rockin' to the band
A little uphill, I got the upper hand
Pace looking good as I hit the turn
Stretch out the stride as the legs start to burn

Cruisin' downhill like I'm in the Grand Prix
Who put that 10K runner right in front of me?

How’d you like that taste of your medicine?
You can’t match my pace or adrenalin
I sure hope, hope that doesn't leave a scar
Oh what the hell, I'm headin' for a PR

Ten miles down, three to go
Aaron just behind, Brian startin' to slow
I don't see Tim, but I guess that's life
When you stop mid-race, to kiss your wife

Two to go as I pass the band again
Feelin' strong nothing reignin' me in
I turn to wave, as they shout my name
Next thing I know, I'm layin' on a dame

Cruisin' downhill like I'm in the Grand Prix
Who put that 10K runner right in front of me?

How’d you like that taste of your medicine?
You can’t match my pace or adrenalin
I sure hope, hope that doesn't leave a scar
Oh what the hell, I'm headin' for a PR