Pro-Pain - The Truth Hurts Lyrics
Put on yout hat and coat and takeA walk down the streetI think you're bound to be surprisedBy all the bodies you meetThe bowels of the melting potWreeks of shitWhile a guy does your windowsWith a sponge and his spitThe whores on the highway try to forgetThat they jeopardized the lives of the guys they metSome will shoot you up and stuffYou down a drain pipe holeCause they wouldn't touch your bodyWith a ten foot poleStick em up, stick em up, empty the drawerSaid the banger to the owner of the liquor storeI was purchasing some wineWhen I heard the pops and a patron started screaming"Someone call the cops"The cops were called, and we were told to waitBut the death toll rose because the cops were lateThe banger ran out,and he was gone in a flashHe got away with the murder,And out with the cashThe truth hurts, the truth hurts,And fairy tales are written like a bookThe truth hurts, the truth hurtsJust open your eyes and take a look, sonLet's take a little trip to the lower sideThere's a junkie in a place where the freaks resideHe shoots the shit, and gets the rent paid freeWith government checks and lots ofAZTHe sees his kids about once a weekAnd his wife's on her death bed as we speakShe prays for little ones everydayBut the boy is infected and the girl's O.K.Jackin' in the city while the city sleepsYou play lor fun and they play for keepsThere's a thief in the hood just waitin to popAnd a kid in a Cadillac tryin to copHerb and couple vials of cokeAnd he don't sweat it out cause the fine's a jokeIn a matter of time it was a real done dealIt's back to the burbs because the shit ain't realBut the truth hurts, the truth hurts,And fairy tales are written like a bookThe truth hurts, the truth hurts,just open your eyes and take a look, son
