Pain (American Band) Comeback Lyrics:
He was a drunk He was a punk-ass useless slob and
he didn't even wanna get a job. He'd forgotten how
to be himself. They say the world is a stage and
every man must play his part, but he didn't make
the call-back list. He had a five o'clock shadow
on his heart. He was so weak he couldn't even make
a fist to punch himself. She came along, and right
away he felt a little less wrong, subsequently
just a little more strong - This anomaly flipped
his lid. He checked his hair, and smoothed out the
ruffles in his shirt because he suddenly
remembered how to flirt. He took a Tic-Tac (he
knew it wouldn't hurt!), he put his lips on yellow
alert, and he said "Hello, how are you?"
and he shook her little hand. (Whoa!) These days
he don't know that muhc about much but here's his
summary: God is great, the devil is bad, and
somewhere in the middle there's you and me... In
the wreckage and the ruin (standing side by side)
and they know what they're doin'. In fact he feels
like he is finally pulling away from the devil
since he met her. His strength is coming right
back like a prodigal son, like a prodigal son. He
checked his couch, and his pockets, and his car's
ashtray, and he found enough dinero to pay for
things from the Goodwill Store like soap and
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Listerine to make him fresh and clean, and a
pretty decent old black comb (he found it on the
street on his way home). He borrowed some
SpeedStick from the guy in the apartment behind
him. He didn't tell him, though I hope he doesn't
mind him, he really shouldn't leave his door
unlocked, because he also took a pair of his
socks, and a Falco tape, I'm sure he didn't play
it anymore. (Whoa!) Shaved face, smooth as onion,
dressed in out-of-fashion clothes, ready for their
secret tryst about which everybody knows.... And
that's perfectly cool. He's always been a big
fool. But thanks to her, he thinks he's finally
pulling away from the devil, he's just begun; His
strength is coming right back like a prodigal son,
like a prodigal son. (breakdown:) One step
forward, two back. (Plastic loser falling behind)
One step forward, two back. (No dice, he chose the
moves that he made) And the moves that he made led
him away, away from the game. Same old same old,
but further away... And he still finds life
perplexing but he submits his thesis humbly: God
is great, the devil is bad, and somewhere in the
middle there's you and me... In the wreckage and
ruin (standing side by side) and they know what
they're doin'. She is the oil can to his tin man,
the extra stuffing to his scarecrow, the gamma
rays to his Incredible Hulk (though that sounds
crude) And he feels like he is finally pulling
away from the devil since he met her. I wrote this
to express the gratitude of a punk-ass useless
dude.
Lyrics: Comeback, Pain (American Band) [end]