House of Pain (Mono)

Wise men say
That a poor mother's child
Lives his life in vain
If he doesn't visit, Lord
The house of pain

At the age of four, my mama done died
My daddy started in drinkin'
And he left me by an orphanage door
Said, "Get the rest of your life for thinkin' now"

At the age of eight
Thoughts filled my mind
I had to run, had to run away
And I met a bum by the name of Joe
And he told me I could stay now

Now, Joe said, "Earn your keep, boy
Man's gotta work for every meal"
And Joe, he taught me how to rob, Lord
He taught me how to steal

Age 13, I was a restless lad
And Joe said, "Little drink do you no harm"
But by 15 years a-drinkin' meant nothin'
Compared to these holes in my arm

Now, I'm not a violent man
I can't stand killin'
Without a reason to be done
But when my friend Joe started stealin' my brandy
Shot him with a second-hand gun

People don't know
What pain it is runnin'
So even a man of 30 cries with tears
But I've been livin' on crumbs and sterno
Nigh under 15 years

My strength is gone, my eyes are closin'
It's gettin' dark and oh, so cold
But it's nice and warm
In the place I'll be goin' to
Will probably have me shovelin' coal now

So let it now be said
That a man ain't been livin'
That he spends life in vain
'Cause I spend 30 cold, windy, thirsty years
Inside the house of pain now

Inside the house of pain
Inside the house of pain