Текст песни Pain Killer

I'd been putting off the burn I thought the high court was on recess to adjourn, yeah I wanted justice for whatever I lack Oh, samson, I never thought your hair would grow back So do no harm Mister hiroshima, shima 'Cause I used to be your holly golightly I could think of one to a thousand things I'd rather be Than be your cheap painkiller What if I slit my wrists and you were my last call And you found out on your Facebook wall? What if I got famous and convinced every fan To write you a letter and say: Treat her better, man? So do no harm Mister hiroshima, shima 'Cause I used to be your holly golightly I could think of one to a thousand things I'd rather be Than be your cheap painkiller Your cheap painkiller Mister hiroshima, shima Do no harm Mister hiroshima 'Cause I used to be your holly golightly I could think of one to a thousand things I'd rather be Than be your cheap painkiller Your cheap painkiller Your cheap painkiller Your cheap pain