The people down the street are packing up As if they found a neighbor doing witchcraft There isn’t anybody I can trust So I’m alone dancing to a click track What’s wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas Tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there’s no way around it, now I get off the on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain Lord, have mercy on my soul Now I wonder if a man can fly With all his sins suspended from his body Each of us was born to live and die (Why?) But I could never follow orthodoxy What’s wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas Tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there’s no way around it, now I get off the on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain Lord, have mercy on my soul I look into my glass and view my wasting skin And say, “Would God it came to pass, my heart had shrunk as thin!” For then, I, undistrest, my heart’s grown cold to me Could lonely wait my endless with equanimity What’s wrong with me? I count to three I screwed it up to the Judas Tree I bow my head, I turn my eyes I ran away, right by your side I try to make it better, one candle in the rain But there’s no way around it, now I get off the on the pain I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain I get off on the pain, it’s in my DNA Lord, have mercy on my soul