organ: Em7
guitar: E7 / Em7 / Em
Wind and rain The severity of pain Need I know pain to appreciate pleasure I'm not sure I'd rather remain in the dark about pain Or, so I thought But, how would I know the difference If there were no difference Would it really be a curse To wish no pain on you Condemning you to a life Where you could never know pleasure Or, would it be better if you grew And, knew what pain can do We could work together at leisure With the precision of a surgeons' knife We could cut out the pain once identified Yes, once pain had been tried It's much easier to identify I... Would say, "No pain, no brain." No hot. No cold. Or, so I'm told Lukewarm Is lackluster Thus, I warn And, try to muster The will The way To instill Fair play In our everyday No pain, no brain Enjoying other's pain -- insane Since it appears pain will remain (The same... As it ever was) I suppose this tirade is in vain Because For there to be lack of pain There must be pain Now, I get the thrill of trying to restrain pain Making life far from mundane