Lyrics: Alice Cooper. Flush The Fashion. Pain.

I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies
And 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
And 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
Don't you love me pain?
I love my pain
I'm your pain

It's a compliment to me
To feel you screamin' through the night
All night, tonight