by Tod Burros
To the tune of:
"I haven't got time for the pain" by Carly Simon |
All those crazy nights, when I cried myself to sleep
Now nothing makes me weep, anymore
'Cause I haven't got time for the pain,
I haven't got room for the pain,
No, I won't deal with the pain,
Not since I've left Cobu
Stew showed me how, how to ignore my pain and be blind
How to tune out God's own voice, in my mind
Now I haven't got time for the pain
No, I won't deal with the pain
I don't care if I'm stained
Not since I've left Stew
Now I haven't got time for the pain
No, I won't deal with the pain
I don't care if I'm stained
Not since I've left Stew
Suffering is the only thing that still makes me feel I'm alive,
Thought that's just what God wanted for me to see through Stewie's world
Stew showed me how, how to fill my heart with doubt
How to close down and drink in all that poison
Pouring out of his being
I haven't got time for the pain
I haven't got room for the pain
No, I won't deal with all the pain
Not since I've known you
I haven't got time for the pain,
I haven't got room for the pain,
I haven't the need for the pain,
I have to give up all this pain,
Take it Jesus! Take it away!