Painkiller
I heard the first taste costs you a dime
They never mention how the prices climb
Mama, can you pick me up
In your steam-powered hearse?
I'm on South High and Main
Catching a train, they call "Painkiller"
I hear the whistle and it's making me sweat
It's getting closer, but it ain't here yet
Climbing that smoke stack is gonna burn my brain
Lord, I'm holding on tight
Try to get through the night, I'm on painkiller
Painkiller, mama, won't you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line
The engineer, he likes to roll the bones
Hop on the mainline if you wanna get gone
Hammer that big spike
Gonna be the death of me (whoo!)
See, I'm fresh out of coal, just a lost soul running on painkiller
Painkiller, mama, would you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line (ha-ha!)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Looks like the devil set the wheels a-flying
From West Virginia to the Tennessee line
Here comes the tunnel, I can't feel a thing
I'm running out of time to the end of the line
Burning my brain until the very last grain (hey)
Driving insane on this runaway train they call "Painkiller"
Painkiller, mama, would you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line
Ah, I'm down on painkiller, mama, would you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line (ha, ha-ha)
They never mention how the prices climb
Mama, can you pick me up
In your steam-powered hearse?
I'm on South High and Main
Catching a train, they call "Painkiller"
I hear the whistle and it's making me sweat
It's getting closer, but it ain't here yet
Climbing that smoke stack is gonna burn my brain
Lord, I'm holding on tight
Try to get through the night, I'm on painkiller
Painkiller, mama, won't you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line
The engineer, he likes to roll the bones
Hop on the mainline if you wanna get gone
Hammer that big spike
Gonna be the death of me (whoo!)
See, I'm fresh out of coal, just a lost soul running on painkiller
Painkiller, mama, would you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line (ha-ha!)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
Looks like the devil set the wheels a-flying
From West Virginia to the Tennessee line
Here comes the tunnel, I can't feel a thing
I'm running out of time to the end of the line
Burning my brain until the very last grain (hey)
Driving insane on this runaway train they call "Painkiller"
Painkiller, mama, would you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line
Ah, I'm down on painkiller, mama, would you ease my mind?
Painkiller, rolling down the dead end line (ha, ha-ha)
Credits
Writer(s): Jim Lauderdale, Ketch Secor
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