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Feed the Beast
(Verse)
"No Pain, No Gain", the battle cry of youth
A bitter oxymoron, and I'm barely living proof
The young man and his reckless thrills,
Now the old man and his pills
I had to leave the fun behind but the pain was mine to keep
And I'll be making payments from now till the end, and brother,let me tell you, they damn sure ain't cheap
(chorus)
I think it's so much better to think I'm feeling good
Than worry about all the shit that I've misunderstood
I may guessing up some facts, I ain't taking any bets
But I find no gain from my pain, only more regrets
(verse)
Well, I did my dance and the Fiddler's here taking all his pay
For a few dollars more he says, I can dance another day
With some little helpers, he can give me for a price
Just one or two of these, everything will seem so nice
They hide the pain for awhile and you think your on a role
But when the little helpers go, that old beast is back, gnawing at your soul
(chorus)
I think it's so much better to think I'm feeling good
Than worry about all the shit that I've misunderstood
I may be guessing up some facts, I ain't taking any bets
For I find no gain from my pain, only more regrets
(hook)
Ain't no gain from my pain,
Ain't no gain from my pain,
Ain't no gain from my pain,
Only more regrets
P. S. : If the word shit offends, call it stuff, but, if you step in the same stuff that I stepped in, I bet you call it shit.
"No Pain, No Gain", the battle cry of youth
A bitter oxymoron, and I'm barely living proof
The young man and his reckless thrills,
Now the old man and his pills
I had to leave the fun behind but the pain was mine to keep
And I'll be making payments from now till the end, and brother,let me tell you, they damn sure ain't cheap
(chorus)
I think it's so much better to think I'm feeling good
Than worry about all the shit that I've misunderstood
I may guessing up some facts, I ain't taking any bets
But I find no gain from my pain, only more regrets
(verse)
Well, I did my dance and the Fiddler's here taking all his pay
For a few dollars more he says, I can dance another day
With some little helpers, he can give me for a price
Just one or two of these, everything will seem so nice
They hide the pain for awhile and you think your on a role
But when the little helpers go, that old beast is back, gnawing at your soul
(chorus)
I think it's so much better to think I'm feeling good
Than worry about all the shit that I've misunderstood
I may be guessing up some facts, I ain't taking any bets
For I find no gain from my pain, only more regrets
(hook)
Ain't no gain from my pain,
Ain't no gain from my pain,
Ain't no gain from my pain,
Only more regrets
P. S. : If the word shit offends, call it stuff, but, if you step in the same stuff that I stepped in, I bet you call it shit.
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