Weezer - Get Off on the Pain lyrics
[Weezer - Get Off on the Pain lyrics]
The people down the street are packing up
As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft
There isn't anybody I can trust
So I'm alone dancing to a click track
What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
I try to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Lord, have mercy on my soul
Now I wonder if a man can fly
With all his sins suspended from his body
Each of us was born to live and die (Why?)
But I could never follow orthodoxy
What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
I try to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Lord, have mercy on my soul
I look into my glass and view my wasting skin
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"
For then, I, undistrest
My heart's grown cold to me
Could lonely wait my endless
Rest with equanimity
What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
I try to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, it's in my DNA
Lord, have mercy on my soul
As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft
There isn't anybody I can trust
So I'm alone dancing to a click track
What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
I try to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Lord, have mercy on my soul
Now I wonder if a man can fly
With all his sins suspended from his body
Each of us was born to live and die (Why?)
But I could never follow orthodoxy
What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
I try to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Lord, have mercy on my soul
I look into my glass and view my wasting skin
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"
For then, I, undistrest
My heart's grown cold to me
Could lonely wait my endless
Rest with equanimity
What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turn my eyes
I ran away, right by your side
I try to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, it's in my DNA
Lord, have mercy on my soul