Bill Mericle - The Pain Part Lyrics

The soul
The soul of laughter
The soul is what you're after
I listen awhile until
You get to the pain
The pain part
It burns my brain is torn and scarred
There are parts in there I don't even want to care
It's old, old as dirt and sold
With rubber mallets it's beaten into a shape
And covered with scar tissue that won't break
No matter how long I wait
It's the part that could
Once have been someone
That could have been more fun
Had a real laugh
A real autograph
Had a lot to say
Had a lot to say
When the work is stopped
When the crisis has dropped
All the people know
How to hit you low
Ask not where you belong
But where you can get along
Get along get along without the pain part
Get along without the vain part
Get along without the pain part
Get along get along