Well I went into town the other night

Walking around minding my own business

When I noticed this neon light coming from

the end of a dark lane.

As I got closer,the was flashing,it read

The Club Of Pain

Well,I thought it meant it was a 24hr gym.

Open all hours,lifting,squatting,y,know all

that pain.

So I went inside to have a look around.

Took a seat at the bar,ordered a drink

But that made me think.

As far as I know,not many gyms have a bar

Maybe I took that one step too far.

So I was sitting there enjoying my beverage.

When I was approached by a blond with a

chest three sizes bigger then average.

Well as she was talking,my eyes started to

take in my surroundings.

The walls were decorated with whips and

chains,and leather bindings.

Well I started to get kind of nervous,but excited

at the same time.

I was sweaty,drinking too fast,I heard her saying

Im gonna make you mine.

The Club Of Pain

Nothing to lose plenty to gain.

You can gain a bruise,gain a scar.

Well the blond,her name is Carly,she looks like

she belongs on the back of a Harley

She was beautiful with tatts and an attitude

When she spoke she was nice,but at the same

time kind of rude.

When she suggested we go upstairs and get to

know each other.

When she saw I was a bit apprehensive.

She calmed me down and bought me a drink,and

told me the things we were going to do

It was quite comprehensive.

We went upstairs,and I am feeling kind of woozy

And I realised I had been drugged by the floozy.

She tied me to a bed,naked as the day I was born.

My soldier was at attention,saluting to the crowd

Put that thing away she said,for crying out loud

Well,I thought,you did tie me down with no clothes

What did you expect?

I don’t think she is after sex,it is pain I suspect.

She went and changed clothes,now she is wearing

leather.

Shiny and black,with big boots,and all the tools of

the trade.

I think I am a gonna here,I was afraid.

Handcuffs,whips and chains,gags,she has got quite a

collection.

What happened next I have no recollection.

I must of passed out when I first saw the whip.

She thought she was cool thought she was hip.

When I came to I realised I was covered in blood

With cuts all across my back and across my arse.

The cuts were not deep,but they bled like the

crown of thorns.

There was no sign of the dominatrix

or her little bag of tricks.

So while I had a chance I put on my shirt and pants

I ran down the stairs as fast as my legs would go

As I rounded the corner there she was,no,no,no.

Come on lady,cut me some slack.

But she wasn’t interested in showing any compassion

All she wanted was to inflict some pain of a fashion

I had had enough,I ran towards the door,I couldn’t

take that shit anymore.

When I got outside the sun was up,welcoming

a new day.

So just ran,I ran and screamed eat my dust.

What good is a heart,if it is always getting broken

I need to get stronger,so my heartbeat will last

longer.

My heart is vunderable to all sorts of pain and

trouble.

It has been broken time and time again.

It cant be mended cant be fixed.

My heart is thumping,pumping the blood through

my veins.

My emotions and feeling travel with the blood.

It enters my brain,I feel just the same.

What good is a brain,if it just sits inside my head

It sits there dormant,like its dead.

I am waiting for a brainwave

I guess there is no surf today.

I sit and listen,ive got nothing to say.

Come on brain wake up,cant you think of any

words.

One at a time,until they form a sentence.

A few sentences,a phrase or two

I am talking,just you and me.

What good are my arms,if I cant keep people

at bay.

I use both arms,and push them all away.

Just like my heart my arms can be broken.

Put my heart in plaster,my arms in a sling

Just like a bird with a broken wing.

I cant fly away,just jump around sort of

flapping.

I have come to realise that the audience

has stopped clapping.

The audience is silent,they have all gone away.

The audience now only exists inside my dormant brain

They are just a memory,a fragment from my past.

What good are my legs,if I cant run away

Run from my past,run to the future.

What does the future hold,well nobody knows

My legs hold me steady,keep me balanced

straight and tall,so I don’t fall.

What good are my legs,if I cant do some kicking

Every now and then I just want to cut loose.

It feels real good,finger licking

Just like a piece of chicken.

But just like my heart and arms,my legs can be

broken.

Put my heart in plaster,my arm in a sling

My legs are in traction,out of action.

As I lie in my hospital bed,my sort of moved

just a fraction.

I remember the time in my life,when everything

was fun and action

So I count down the days to when I am finally released

10 weeks of blinking,thinking,blinking,thinking.

My brain is finally starting to think.

So I take the plaster from my heart

remove the sling from my arm

My legs are out of traction.

So I walk out into the big,bad world

I new lease on life,a new skip in my step.

A new pip in my pep.

So I take look around,the sun is shining

The beer is cold

So put those bad thoughts on hold.