The Hurtin’s Done Songtext
von Arlo McKinley

One, one, two, three

Everyone′s talking
But no one is saying a thing
It was all that I knew how to do
To help comfort the pain

With my drunken solutions
At least for a moment they're gone
Pretending that everything′s fine
Knowing damn well it's wrong

Still, I don't want no one
To tell me what′s right
I′ll make up my own mind
My own mind tonight
The ghosts that still haunt me
I'll fight one by one
′Til the hurtin' is done


I hide from anxiety
I never stay hidden for long
Learned to self-medicate
And how to wait until the panic is gone

So I hide behind smiles
And whatever else gets me through
I′m not knowing what's waiting for me
Or what I ought to do

Still, I don′t want no one
To tell me what's right
I'll make up my own mind
My own mind tonight
The ghosts that still haunt me
I′ll fight one by one
′Til the hurtin' is done

No, we don′t want no one
To tell us what's right
We′ll make up our own minds
Our own minds tonight
The ghosts that still haunt us
We'll fight one by one
′Til the hurtin' is done
'Til the hurtin′ is done