Theatre of Pain
Album - 25 ottobre 1985 - Debaser id 56342

Sittin' in the classroom thinkin' it's a drag
Listening to the teacher rap-just ain't my bag
When two bells ring you know it's my cue
Gonna meet the boys on floor number 2

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

Checkin' out the halls makin sure the coast is clear
Lookin' in the stalls-nah, there ain't nobody here
My buddies Sixx, Mick & Tom
To get caught would surely be the death of us all

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school Put me to work the school
book store
Check-out counter and I got bored
Teacher was lookin' for me all around
Two hours later you know where I was found

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules
Everybody knows that smokin' ain't allowed in school

One more time

Smokin' in the boys room
Smokin' in the boys room
Teacher don't you fill me up with your rules

You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
It doesn't mean they were always wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone

Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this
Long & winding road

I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
You know that I've seen
To many romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin' off
The silver screen

My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing-keeps me together
At the seams

I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
Just set me free

Ragtime fast lane another overdose
You know James Dean wasn't playing the role
I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do
When time runs out on you

Use it or lose it
Sweet pain is the name of the game
I said hey hey hey hey hey

You better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away

JFK, Marilyn Monroe
Street walking gypsy-Margaret Trudeau
I said hey, you, what-cha gonna do
Time's run out on you Use it or lose it
Sweet time is it on my side?
I said hey hey hey hey hey
Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away

Sweet pain is the name of the game
I said hey hey hey hey hey

Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away, hey

Better use it before you lose it
You better use it don't throw it away

Hey hey hey-don't throw it away
Hey hey hey-don't throw it away

Black Angels laughing in the city streets
Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth
The moonlight spotlights all the city crime
Got no religion, Laugh while they fight

Save our souls for the heavens
For a life so good it sure feels bad
Save our souls for the heavens
Save our souls for the promised land

Sweet tarts play the game and shoot to thrill
Runnin free through the trash, dressed to kill
The midnight show-stoppers, it's a funny money game
A hundred thousand bleeding hearts, put us in our graves Save our souls for the
heavens
For a life so good it sure feels bad
Save our souls for the heavens
Save our souls for the promised land

It s been the hard road, edge of an overdose
No matter how high you re still too low
I've been the dancer, the wicked romancer

Sometimes I feel turned around
And upside down
And sometimes maybe I drink too much
But my heart's still in touch

I remember standing tall telling you
I'm gonna be a rock n roll star
When someone said Sit down, boy
"You already are"

So
Raise your hands to rock (rock)
Uh-huh Summertime was always right
Just me and you
Sixteen and dealing with
Those summertime blues

I was Young and restless
Living on the edge of a dream
When someone somewhere said
Ya just gotta believe

Can't break the chains
Can't solve the pain
Can't rhyme problem with reason

Not taking sides
Just asking why
Does the pain eat the children

Who wrote the Bible
Who set the laws
Are we left to history's flaws

And if you're out there
Then let me hear (hey)
And take a look in the mirror

Fight fight for your rights
Fight fight for your rights

Can't name no names
Of who's to blame
For cries out in the sky We're all slaves to time
No color's right
Throw our hate into the fire

Martin Luther
Brought the truth
The color of our blood's the same

So break the chains
And solve the pains
And we all become one race

Fight fight for your rights
Fight fight for your rights

Oh people people
Is the scar too deep
You can't hold a man's soul
By the color of his keys
A tear o' blood runs from my eye
But somehow I can never