Pain on Delay

"It's the price of making business," they say
But they don't talk about the price you pay
When you throw up your hands
Bury your head in the sand
And just put your pain on delay

They'll give you rings of blue smoke but no fire
They'll push you straight into murder for hire
Watch you untie all the knots
And connect all the dots
Then let the truth put the pain on delay

So, in three nights he hatched up a plan
"Become Three Times a Confidence Man"
To use footlights and gin
To keep it all in
Make a virtue out of pain on delay

I let 'em prick me and hit me with paint
Just to find out the Oscars this ain't
Wish I could cut like Brando
But there's no Last Tango
When you can't put your pain on delay



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Raul De Velasco
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