This time you might be cured, you think, but you’re not sure what of,
Life is a mystery we don’t have time to solve,
Transcendental meditation, accidental medication,
A lot of things can sure screw up your brain,
Let me give you something for the pain.
Well, you can go to church on Sunday,
You can put on your best clothes; but God always sees you naked, with all your sins exposed,
Yeah, down here with the savages, in a world of freed Barabbases,
Where nuns carry guns to protect themselves from rape,
Oh, let me give you something for the pain.
I can’t make the bad stuff go away, but I can offer shelter from the rain,
Whoa, and the wind that blows the candles out, well, it also fans the flame,
Let me give you something for the pain.
And absence makes the heart grow fonder, until the heart explodes,
And out beyond the wild blue yonder, space is dark and cold,
Yeah, but distance is the aphrodisiac that keeps the sailors coming back to siren lovers calling them by name,
Said, let me give you something for the pain.
You can’t make the bad stuff go away, but you offer shelter from the rain,
Whoa, and the wind that blows the candles out, well, it also fans this flame,
Oh, let me give you something for the pain.
