House of Pain - The Turtles

Wise men say

That a poor mother’s child

Lives his life in vain

If he doesn’t visit lour

The house of pain

At the age of 4 my momma Don died

My daddy started in drinking

And he left me by

An orphanage doors said:

Get the rest of your life for thinking, now

At the age of 8

Thoughts filled my mind

I had to run had to run away

And I met a bomb by the name of Joe

And he told me I could stay, now

Now Joe said

Earn your key, boy!

Man’s gotta work for every meal

And Joe he told me how to rob load

He taught me how to steal

At age 13

I was a restless lad

And Joe said little drinking do you know harm

But by 15 years a drinking meant nothin'

Compared to this holes in my arm

Now I’m not a violent man

I can’t stand killing

Without reason to be done

But when my friend Joe started stealing my brandy

Shot him with a second hand gun

But people don’t know

What pain it is runnin'

So we gonna manner 30 cries with tears

But I’ve been livin' on crammers and sterno

Not under 15 years

My strength is gone

My eyes are closin'

It’s gettin' dark

And oh, so cold

But it’s nice and warm

In the place I’ll be going to

Will probably have me a shoveling coal, now

So let it now to be said

That a man ain’t believin'

That he spent his life in vain

'Cause I spend 30 cold windy thirsty years

Inside the house of pain, now

Inside the house of pain

Inside the house of pain