Get Off on the Pain

The people down the street are packing up

As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft

There isn't anybody I can trust

So I'm alone dancing to a click track

What's wrong with me? I count to three

I screwed it up to the Judas tree

I bow my head, I turn my eyes

I ran away, right by your side

I try to make it better, one candle in the rain

But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain

I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain

I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain

Lord, have mercy on my soul

Now I wonder if a man can fly

With all his sins suspended from his body

Each of us was born to live and die (why?)

But I could never follow orthodoxy

What's wrong with me? I count to three

I screwed it up to the Judas tree

I bow my head, I turn my eyes

I ran away, right by your side

I try to make it better, one candle in the rain

But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain

I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain

I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain

Lord, have mercy on my soul

I look into my glass and view my wasting skin

And say, would God it came to pass, my heart had shrunk as thin!

For then, I, undistrest, my heart's grown cold to me

Could lonely wait my endless rest with equanimity

What's wrong with me? I count to three

I screwed it up to the Judas tree

I bow my head, I turn my eyes

I ran away, right by your side

I try to make it better, one candle in the rain

But there's no way around it, now I get off on the pain

I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain

I get off on the pain, it's in my DNA

Lord, have mercy on my soul