Pain School

They bring the rock down upon your hands
They kick your legs out from where you stand
It doesn’t matter if you’re not a man
In Pain School

They hook your body up to machines 
They steal a peek inside your dreams
All subversive thoughts will be seen 
In Pain School

In Pain School,
You’re risin’ to the head
Risin’ to the head of the class
At Pain School,
Total confession 
Is the only way to pass

Is pain for real? You’re darn tootin’ 
Real is real for the torture student 
It’s time for your phone call to Putin 
In Pain School 

At Pain School — 
Look in the mirror —
Don’t you look a whole lot older?
In Pain School,
Your caring teachers 
Put their arms around 
Your bony shoulders 

In Pain School (3X)
Here’s your diploma 
From Pain School

02/07/25
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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