Born Into Pain (ft Nuff X)

Lyrics and music written by Neil O'Brien and James Bacon


Rude Corps:
As the baby leaves the hospital he starts to cough and splutter
On the traffic's fumes, no longer filtered by his mother
In groggy-eyed surprise he gazes at this grey new world
His face crumples and he cries at his first taste of burning oil
Well tough-tit son, you're stuck with this world for some time
You may not like it, but mam and dad think it's fine
Cos they don't care about anything beyond their immediate situation
Stick the dummy in his mouth for his first taste of pacification

For his first five years life is relatively kind
Though he's stuck in the house and not allowed to play outside
Cos they can't afford a garden and the neighbours are strangers
And everyday the newspapers warn of new and deadly dangers
But the day finally comes when he's sent off to school
His life is steadily reduced to just following rules
Set by his teachers, his peers, the silent majority
All stamping out free will and enforcing conformity

By our boy's eighth birthday, things aren't going well
Mam and dad are always fighting and he feels like he's in hell
Cos their debts are mounting, they're working every hour they can
But it's still not enough, their lives are in hock to the bank
A few more years and the marriage is over-
Whelmed by stress and money problems so their
Lives became joyless and the friction unreal
Leaving scars on the boy that time will never heal

Nuff:
His friends are few, and he feels like shit
Only 10 years of age and is ready to end it
He thought about it but then he stopped
He paused listened to the metronome of the clock
Considered his mother and how she would deal
Even ending his life would stop how he feels
He'd redirect his hate, to the mother fucking state
Give them back the pain, retaliate

Too many times have lies been his truths
Rewards and disasters all under one roof
Growning up with nothing but hate
It's any suprize hes a fucking state
I guess only time will tell
If he escapes his personal hell
I guess only time will tell

Rude Corps:
By his teenage years, the lad is living in the dark
Pain and rage and guilt weighing on his heart
He's doing whatever he has to to get out of his head
Desperation drives him where angels fear to tread
A couple of charges for theft and another for GBH
And a politician chasing power is enough to seal his fate
Yes he knows what Middle-England wants - he's not barmy
Crackdown on the yobs and press them into the army

So now he's crouching in the sand in a land called Iran
With a gun in his hand and some cause he doesn't understand
Some say they're fighting for liberty, some say they're fighting for oil
Some say they're fighting to preserve the rich's share of the spoils
Either way, everyday reveals a new horror: some inflicted, some suffered,
All setting the stage for tomorrow
The violence picks up speed and it scrambles the brain
So the abused kick down, perpetuating the pain

He tries to pretend its not real, that they aren't really human
That their tears mean nothing and they don't feel it when they're wounded
He doesn't want to think that they're just like him
Relieving pain through rage, just like him
Unleashing the beast with a primal scream
The red mist descends and leaves a trail of suffering
He tries to blank it out and deny all feelings
But the things he's seen will forever haunt his dreams