Pain and Love

<br>A punkoid opera in C flat and razor sharp <br><br>We have traveled pain and love <br>To call ourselves high born <br>Living in a maze so crazed, lunacy is legend <br>Lunacy is legend <br><br>Words I fear that clutch my crutch <br>And drive your senses crazy <br>Men or women too get blue, <br>so don`t make living hazy <br>No don`t make living hazy <br><br>Once in youth the wisdom crouched <br>Deep inside my bedroom <br>Visitations now are scarce, winter life is lonely <br>Now winter life is lonely <br><br>Temples that are bleak and bleached <br>Are bleached up on the highway <br>God of truth returned just once <br>and made my prison homely <br><br>Don`t make my life so lonely