Pain in the Ass

[Текст песни «Pain in the Ass»]

[Instrumental Intro]

So fucking fine, god, ehh
You gonna poof?
You have a little boy, hm
He shows you his butterfly collection including the killing jar, right?
Kids are really brutal, I'll tell you
They find a certain fun in taking somebody's life away
And they like it, yeah, they really like it

And I would definitely intervene in order to explain what pain
That death isn't attractive
And-And the only meaning of beauty is to survive
But the most difficult part is-is not this one
I wouldn't be having trouble to explain
That beauty is a very temporal, vеry hard to catch
And it never really bеlongs to you, even if you have enough needles to pin your freshly suffocated butterflies

And what term is love, baby?
Love is a such a thing
The greatest pain in the ass
And you never know how to deal with it
(And you never know how to deal with it)
(And you never know how to deal with it)

Love is a such a thing
The greatest pain in the ass
You never know how to deal with it
You never know if it's real

If the answer is „yes“, then no doubt is [?]
And since you've got it
It becomes not funny anymore
You have to work hard not to waste it
The greatest talent is how to keep it alive

[Instrumental]

Get, get
Got soul, where's the hit? Get my body to the shit
Got soul, where's the hit? Get my body to the shit
Got soul, where's the hit? Get my body to the shit
Got soul, where's the hit? Get my body to the shit
Got soul, where's the hit? Get my body to the shit
Good soul, get my body to the shit
Got soul, get my body to the beat
Got soul, get my body to the shit
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat
Beat, get my body to the beat
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat
Beat, get my body to the beat, beat
Beat, get my body to the beat