Pain is not alone. P-a-i-n is n-o-t alone. Pain is not a-l-o-n-e. P-a-i-n i-s not alone.
 
 
Neath a protein moon in a protein sky, running protein fields with my protein eye.
 
There's a protein song howling through the meat. Driving protein bods from my protein street.
 
 
P-a-i-n i-s n-o-t alone. Pain is not a-l-o-n-e. Pain is not alone. P-a-i-n i-s n-o-t a-l-o-n-e.
 
 
From the south the Klan sends roses.
 
Lymph-lacquered nails hover in waifed autumn sun
 
for dragging down the back of summer.
 
From the east come killer poses.
 
Khuschev's shoe beats a black tattoo
 
in the middle of the day.
 
From the north flow floats with quivering virgins,
 
fresh from frozen catacombs.
 
Did ya spot the die-cut crosses?
 
Did ya?
 
Did ya?
 
Pain is not alone. P-a-i-n is not alone. Pain i-s not a-l-o-n-e. P-a-i-n is n-o-t alone.
 
Neath a protein moon in a protein sky, running protein fields with my protein eye.
 
 
Here's to a lousy life. Here's to a lousy life. Here's to a lousy life. Here's to a lousy life.