"Pain" by the NiDs from

the 1987 release

"Music to Detassle Corn By"

lyrics by Sean McCloud



Do you remember the primal time

Of nursery rhymes and innocent crimes?

And can you recall, deep in your mind-

The pain?



And now you stand, head in your hands

Screaming to some unknown saint

There's nothing that gives and you've

known for some time that it's living

a life that takes



Electric discharges and sensory barges

These are the makes of emotion

Overloaded circuits and static emerges

as you head writes in the aplurges of

the pain



If there's pain in living, there's pain in death

So don't let the thought cross your mind

Stay sprawled in the corner, no light to

permeate the endless, throbbing pain