Pain - Earl St. Clair

I don’t think I need any help

I got this all under control

At least that’s just what I tell myself

As an excuse so I can indulge

At the first sight of pain in running, yea

I’m running down to the liquor store

And if I’m really, really, really, really hurt

I might burn through a whole pack of smokes

It’s getting kind of bad

This heart I got I wish I didn’t have

I’d give anything to get my momma back

When she left my whole world was cut in half

I never ever dealt with that pain, pain, pain

Oh and it’s killing me

I gotta deal with the pain, pain, pain

Before it deals with me

My daddy died before I turned 25

But he left me a little money

I’d much rather have my daddy alive

Ohhh, why did God take him from me?

I take a drink in your name every night

But I think it’s more for me, oh yea

And this addiction is so hard to fight

But it gets easier with every drink

(Pour me up)

It’s getting kind of bad (oh)

This heart I got I wish I didn’t have (never did want it)

I’d give anything to get my momma back (oh, I want my momma back)

When she left my whole world was cut in half

I never ever dealt with that pain, pain, pain

Oh and it’s killing me

I gotta deal with the pain, pain, pain

Before it deals with me

Yea, yea, yea

How many of y’all out there lost a loved one?

Let me hear you say yea

Let me hear you say yea, yea, yea

Let me hear you say yea

Let me hear you say yea

And if it really hurts

Then let me hear your say ow, ow, ow

Let me hear you say ow, ow, ow

Let me hear you say ow, ow, ow

Ow, ow, ow

Oh yea

Pain, pain, pain

Oh and it’s killing me

Oh

I gotta deal with the pain, pain, pain

Before it deals with me