Killing Pain

Lost again in theatre land, drunk and dull in the electric village
It’s killing me to quench my thirst in the waif and stray limousine spillage
Out comes another one from the big bad club dripping mink and champers
He thinks the waif wants his autograph ‘til she begs for a pound and scampers

And I’m no better, drowning in painkillers, high as a kite
But we wouldn’t be killing pain if we were all right
We wouldn’t be killing pain if we were all right

And I’m sucking it down into my soul
Then freaking out like a new born spastic
But I go back for refills man, I’m terrified and fantastic
Then the sun comes up through Soho
A second before I think I’ll die
I grab hold of the nearest hand for comfort
And you wipe out the night from my eyes

And the next day I’m still here between the pushers in gutters and booze
And in spite of all that

I keep killing pain ‘til I’m all right
And in spite of all that I keep killing pain ‘til I’m all right

I cannot see how to stop this flame from burning through me
‘Less the damsel turns for once and lets me drown before she’ll use me
Let me drown in your distraction and teach me to sleep at night
Stop me from killing pain and make me all right

And my heart is beating in most peculiar ways
I keep it quiet to stop the idle talking

But then you know that
Every cripple finds his own way of walking
But then you know that
Every cripple finds his own way of walking
His own way home