Primitive Suffering

Like a good friend passing on: tight as one, suddenly gone
 Like a selfish petty one: prattling on, prattling on
 Like a rusty nail on a Jack and Coke, and another three rounds on me
 Then the pain behind your eyes: too much light, going blind
 Your primitive suffering
 Like the pressure on that job: boss you hate, don't be late
 Like the traffic flow downtown: slow and tough, cut you off
 Like you worked all day, all the power goes out, and you realize you didn't save
 Then the voice inside your head: out of time, you're so dead
 Your primitive suffering
 Like a psychostimulant: crawling touch, don't take much
 Like forgetting where you went: was it fun, or just dumb?
 Like tryin' too hard while gettin' it on, then you can't get it off at all
 Or you're shot down by that 10 who loves you - just like a friend
 Your primitive suffering
 You're primitive suffering