Feeling No Pain by Walkabouts
Will you crash the engine of our ruin?
Who'll spill the flat cars of our shame?
I'm beat up tired from always doin',
What I shoulda done in the first place.
You can call in sick, no need to fear the morning.
You will drink by numbers, I will drink by faith.
The stairs are crashin', so is all the danger.
Shoulda took a breath, but I's too drunk to wait.
Can you still prescribe,
The remedies and lies,
'Til we feel no pain?
'Til we all have risen.X2
Porchlights shattered, but the veins still glow here.
Met you in a bar, out by the switchin' yard.
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