From the recording WHAT'S A GUY GOTTA DO?
Lyrics
WHERE THE PAIN STARTS<br />
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Do you ever wonder who dragged you<br />
Down to this wretched, ragged earth?<br />
Who plundered and brown bagged you;<br />
Bound and gagged you at birth?<br />
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You sleep bad and waken worse,<br />
With a furious, fist-shakin’ curse.<br />
The last shall not be taken first<br />
In this God-forsaken universe.<br />
<br />
You crawl across broken glass,<br />
Swim across a sea of gasoline,<br />
Wrestle a grizzly for that match<br />
That could blow you both to smithereens.<br />
Take three hits of pygmy poison darts<br />
That send your blood pressure off the charts.<br />
Start selling off your body parts <br />
Just to get to where the pain starts.<br />
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You begin each day beaten down,<br />
Just knowing who you’re gonna meet in town -<br />
That frustrated Buster Keaton clown.<br />
Laughter’s a fleetin’ sound.<br />
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You end each day in despair;<br />
More and more baggage to declare.<br />
No one said your life would ever be fair;<br />
It’s broken beyond repair.<br />
<br />
You crawl across broken glass,<br />
Swim across a sea of gasoline,<br />
Wrestle a grizzly for that match<br />
That could blow you both to smithereens.<br />
Take three hits of pygmy poison darts<br />
That send your blood pressure off the charts.<br />
Start selling off your body parts <br />
Just to get to where the pain starts.<br />
It doesn’t get any better than this.<br />
You try your best – they boo and hiss.<br />
They leave you with one last Judas kiss;<br />
Tell you you’re not on Schindler’s list.<br />
<br />
You crawl across broken glass,<br />
Swim across a sea of gasoline,<br />
Wrestle a grizzly for that match<br />
That could blow you both to smithereens.<br />
Take three hits of pygmy poison darts<br />
That send your blood pressure off the charts.<br />
Start selling off your body parts <br />
Just to get to where the pain starts.<br />
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Copyright © 2008 Lex Zaleta<br />