Don't attempt to explain this incredible strain Now confusion's become far too simple a word for it Is what you make That's the usual mistake If you're happy with pain you can take it from me That they're all out to get you They're painting your life in a permanent grey They're all out to get you It takes more than tears to get rid of the stains Sometimes You're scared you might slip when you're holding a knife Lose your fingers or more in a lathe on the nightshift You're scared that your babies Get born with no legs You're so scared of death You don't know what life is So they're. . . All out to get you, all over nothing They're painting your life in a permanent way They're all out to get you, but all out forgetting It takes more than tears to get rid of the stains sometimes Until you accept that you're just like the others You're a boy or a girl Then a man or a woman And your clothes never fit And your skin's the wrong colour So you make do with fear You get more than you need. Yes they're all out to get you, all over nothing They're painting your life in a permanent grey They're all out to get you, but all out for getting It takes more than tears to get rid of the stains Sometimes It takes more than tears It takes more than tears It takes more than tears To get rid of the stains.