Where Does It Hurt
Please come a little closer, I'll show you my disguise
Let's cast away your sorrows and the panic in your eyes
Yeah!
When you're alone and out of sight
When you are fast asleep in the dead of night
I leave no trace where I stood
This little devil is up to no good
You are not the same again tomorrow
You have passed the gates of strain and pain
When the stone is thrown, it gets wild wild in the burning streets
When the bomb has blown, it gets wild wild from the burning heat
Off the rails on the train of pain it's whining red alert!
All I wanna know
Where does it hurt?
Don't be afraid, flash of the blade
I have the pin, but you have the grenade
Fight back, don't kneel
I search for your achilles heel
By the visible light of the pinball machine
I see your steaming breath but can't hear you scream
When the stone is thrown, it gets wild wild in the burning streets
When the bomb has blown, it gets wild wild from the burning heat
Off the rails on the train of pain it's whining red alert!
All I wanna know
Where does it hurt?
Broken glass, bleeding fists
Baseball bats, split lips
Crash and burn, slash and rip
Ready to take another hit
When the stone is thrown, it gets wild wild in the burning streets
When the bomb has blown, it gets wild wild from the burning heat
Off the rails on the train of pain it's whining red alert!
All I wanna know
Where does it hurt?
Yeah!
Let's cast away your sorrows and the panic in your eyes
Yeah!
When you're alone and out of sight
When you are fast asleep in the dead of night
I leave no trace where I stood
This little devil is up to no good
You are not the same again tomorrow
You have passed the gates of strain and pain
When the stone is thrown, it gets wild wild in the burning streets
When the bomb has blown, it gets wild wild from the burning heat
Off the rails on the train of pain it's whining red alert!
All I wanna know
Where does it hurt?
Don't be afraid, flash of the blade
I have the pin, but you have the grenade
Fight back, don't kneel
I search for your achilles heel
By the visible light of the pinball machine
I see your steaming breath but can't hear you scream
When the stone is thrown, it gets wild wild in the burning streets
When the bomb has blown, it gets wild wild from the burning heat
Off the rails on the train of pain it's whining red alert!
All I wanna know
Where does it hurt?
Broken glass, bleeding fists
Baseball bats, split lips
Crash and burn, slash and rip
Ready to take another hit
When the stone is thrown, it gets wild wild in the burning streets
When the bomb has blown, it gets wild wild from the burning heat
Off the rails on the train of pain it's whining red alert!
All I wanna know
Where does it hurt?
Yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Bernt Arne Jansen
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