I'm hidden in the scream. When the virgin dies. I'm the ache in the belly. When your baby cries. And I'm the burnin' sensation. When the convict fries. I'm pain. I'm your pain. Unspeakable pain. I'm your private pain. And I'm the compound fracture. In the twisted car. And I'm the lines on the face. Of the tramp at the bar. And I'm the reds by the bed. Of the suicide star. You know me- I'm pain. I'm your pain. Your own private pain. Unfathomable pain. And it's a compliment to me. To hear you screamin' through the night. All night. Tonight. I'm the holes in your arm. When you're feeling the shakes. I'm the lump on your head. When you step on the rake. And I'm the loudest one laughing. At the saddest wake. Yes I'm pain. I'm just pain. Dear old pain. You need your pain. And I'm the loudest one laughing. At the saddest wake. I'm the salt in the sweat. On the cuts of the slaves. I was the wound in the side. While Jesus prayed. I was the filthiest word. At the vandalized grave. Yes pain. Do you love me pain. I love my pain. I'm your pain. It's a compliment to me. To hear you screamin' through the night. All night. Tonight.