Pay for the Pain - Gild Walton

Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh Ow You got to pay your way in pain You got to pray your way in shame (yeah, ow) I went to the store, I was feelin' kinda hungry But I didn't have the money and the shelves were all empty So I went to the bank to ch-ch-ch-check my checking The man looked at my face, said, "We don't have a record" Oh no, you thought we had forgotten? The show is only gettin' started The road is feelin' like a pothole Sit down, stand up, head down, hands up, and Pay your way in pain You got to pray your way in shame (uh-huh) Do you not remember me? (What do you want? What do you want?) Do you know what I want? (What do you want? What do you want?) You know what I want (what do you want? What do you want?) Keep the rest, baby I, I, I wanna be loved Pay, pain Pray, shame So, I went to the park just to watch the little children The mothers saw my heels and they said I wasn't welcome So I, I went back home, I was feelin' kinda queasy But all the locks were changed, my baby wouldn't see me Oh no, you've put your finger on it The stove is only gettin' hotter The sun, it's got to, got to melt it Stand up, sit down, hands up, break down (What do you want? What do you want?) You know what I want (what do you want? What do you want?) I wanna be loved (what do you want? What do you want? Pay, pain) I wanna be loved (what do you want? What you do want? Pray, shame)

She was a queen, had a Fine upbringin' and a Used to gettin' her own way She didn't like beer, whiskey yellow or clear She only drank champagne "Let's dress up fancy and a" "Go out dancin'", and a That's what she used to say I never would, though I clean up pretty good That's one thing I would've changed Ain't it just a damn shame how it Never tastes the same? And a Sparkling wine was once for the good times but Champagne's for the pain Sparkling wine was once for the good times but Champagne's for the pain Where do you go when the Hurt starts to show? And the Sun no longer shines? Head on down to the outskirts of town Where they always got the time Her and me, we spent New Year's Eve and we Toasted our new love Now she's gone but I'm still hangin' on One sip is never enough Now ain't it just a damn shame how it Never tastes the same? And a Sparkling wine was once for the good times but Champagne's for the pain Sparkling wine was once for the good times but Champagne's for the pain And I'll be Here in the dim if she Stops in again with this Glass of whiskey goin' down The spirit's gone, I guess it never belonged Since you ain't been around Ain't it just a damn shame how it Never tastes the same? And a Sparkling wine was once for the good times but Champagne's for the pain Sparkling wine was once for the good times but Champagne's for the pain

Question: What could you do to improve yourself? (Bucko) Well, the first question might be Why should you even bother improving yourself? And I think the answer to that is something like So you don't suffer any more stupidly than you have to And maybe so others don't have to either It's something like that You know like there's a real adjunction at the bottom of it It's not some casual self-help doctrine, it's But if you don't organize yourself properly You'll pay for it and in a big way But if you don't organize yourself properly You'll pay for it And so will the peoplе around you If you don't organize yourself properly You'll pay for it and in a big way If you don't organizе yourself properly You'll pay for it And so will the people around you And you can say, "Well I don't care about that," But that's actually not true You actually do care about that, because if you're in pain You will care about it And so you do care about it Even if it's just that negative way, you know It's very rare that you can find someone Who's in excruciating pain who would ever say "Well, it would be no better if I was out of this." Pain is one of those things that brings the idea that It would be better if it didn't exist along with it It's incontrovertible You get your act together so that there isn't any more stupid pain around you than necessary But if you don't organize yourself properly You'll pay for it and in a big way But if you don't organize yourself properly You'll pay for it And so will the people around you If you don't organize yourself properly You'll pay for it and in a big way But if you don't organize yourself properly You'll pay for it And so will the people around you Well, how would you go about getting your act together? (Bucko) And the answer to that is something like Look around for something that bothers you And see if you can fix it Fix it Fix it