The Mourning Sickness – Blood and Pain Lyrics
Artist: The Mourning Sickness
Song: Blood and Pain
Hear Bruce talking about them Glory Days
About all them ball games, and the ones that got away
Ol’ Bruce sits there eating glory with his lunch
How can he begrudge a man for needing a little crutch?
Today, the cities just might burn
Burn from the flame of boiling rage
Of blood and pain
Little pink houses come from fantasy land
If I only had one I would be a happy man
Telling me what I feel with your pop-rock songs
I listen to country, so please just get along!
Today, the cities just might burn
Burn from the flame of boiling rage
Of blood and pain
Hey mister millionaire, I can speak for myself
You take my feelings and display them on a shelf
I’m not imagination, I’m sorry, but I’m real
Cloaked in pity for me, disdain is your deal
Today, the cities just might burn
Burn from the flame of boiling rage
Of blood and pain
The meaning of my life, historians just can’t say
To give voice to the voiceless means you’ve nothing anyway
This life ain’t easy, don’t get in the way
Try to speak for me, and you’ll put me in the grave
Today, the cities just might burn
Burn from the flame of boiling rage
Of blood and pain
The blood and pain
The blood and pain
The blood and pain!
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From the album:
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Release Year: 1999