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Oingo Boingo

Pain

 

Pain

(album: Boi-ngo - 1987)


Welcome to my little world
Completely self-contained, yeah
Your problems, they will soon be gone
(We soak up lots of pain), yeah

If life is a reflecting pool,
Then we are like a sponge, yeah
Absorbing the good with the bad
We soak up...soak it up

So give me all your troubled thoughts
And baggage you can't handle, no
We'll gladly take it off your back
(We soak up lots of pain), yeah

Is it any wonder, now—everybody goes insane
Everybody locks the doors to keep out any strangers
Everybody's all pent up—everybody's got short fuse
Getting ready to blow up, we live in so much danger

Boys and girls in a line
Come and get your big reward
You're not too late; just in time
Put your hand on mine, you're mine
You're mine

When everybody has gone to bed
And children are asleep, yeah
I sit up late and watch TV
(And soak up lots of pain), yeah

Little Junior on the bus
His notebook by his side, yeah
He hardly ever makes a fuss
He soaks up so much pain

We've traveled far, this monkey and me
By airplane, boat, and train, yeah
We're here to eat up all your sins
(And soak up lots of pain), yeah

Is it any wonder, now—everybody goes insane
Everybody locks the doors to keep out any strangers
Everybody's all pent up—everybody's got short fuse
Getting ready to blow up, we live in so much danger

Boys and girls of every creed—religion and persuasion, no
It's time to get up off your knees...we soak it up...we soak it up
So, open the door and let me in—don't question who I am, no
Just shake my hand and give me your name
(We soak it up...soak it up...)

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