LORD, KILL THE PAIN
(words: Hugh Gilmour)
LORD KILL THE PAIN, JUST UNTIL TOMORROW
WHEN I CAN GET UP IN THE MORNING AND HAVE MY BREAKFAST FROM A BOTTLE
LORD KILL THE PAIN, AT LEAST JUST FOR TODAY
UNTIL SHE’S PACKED HER BAGS AND LEFT, PACKED AND GONE AWAY,
SHE’S GONE AWAY
SHE DON’T KNOW ME ENOUGH, I THINK I KNOW HER TOO WELL
HER DADDY’S KISSING WORMS IN RENO, HER MOTHER SUCKS COCKS IN
HELL
JESUS MADE MY DYING BED, HE MOPPED MY BROW AND KISSED MY HEAD
NOW THE WEDDING’S A FUNERAL FEAST, HER BRIDAL GOWN’S MY
WINDING SHEET
SHE DON’T KNOW ME ENOUGH, I THINK I KNOW HER TOO WELL
HER DADDY’S KISSING WORMS IN RENO, HER MAMA SUCKS COCKS IN
HELL
LORD, KILL THE PAIN, I DON’T CARE HOW IT’S DONE
FIND ME A PREACHER'S DAUGHTER AND I’LL BE HER BASTARD SON
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