House of Pain (Mono) - Remastered

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 I'll do you know 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 going to
 Will probably have me shovelin' coal now
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 So let it now to 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