read on baby, what youre gettin in toits livin on pain, the thing thats getting to youwrite my name, painted up my picturesay its the only thanks Im not around (around)beaten and batteredwell if my dreams get shattered, thenpain gives my the right to be unkindwait on baby which with some indevotionI trade a river of tears for just a little emotionyou can curse my name, painted up my picturesay its the last time that Ill be around (be around)oh well Im torn and tattered, saw the thoughts in my head be scattered, wellpain gives my the right to be unkind yeahand it sets me CHORUS:right back to the heart of itJoans crazy is a sly defense from itJoans crazy is a place I call my own, when Im aloneread on baby, what youre gettin in toI swear once that it was the little things that matteredbut it all seems true to yousay the hell with my name, and say the hell with my pictureyeah but swear the one time you need me around, be around, im around right now wellIll stand like it mattersonly once got screwy things got scattered by the rainpain gives me the right to be unkind(CHORUS) x 3
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