Scrapin’ Off the Pain Songtext
von Keith Gattis

It′s my third code of red
I'll miss all town tonight
And I stay painting every evening
When they flash those neon light

But with every glass of wine
Those old memories flood my mind
And guess they find till they finish
Where the herd won′t just won't die

And I'm scrapin′ off the pain
From the walls on memory lane
Stood up another call
I′ve wound me up to wash away these old tears stench
What will every code of red
And that paint old miss ol' town
It′s still ain't nearing off
To cover up these blues and get me down


Swingin′ in doors and saw dust floored
I call in once again
To bring this room the heart
The bedroom far, I thought I just can't win

Once again, I′ll bear my grief
When my heart down hold my sleeve
Swallow all my pride
Step inside to face her memory

And I'm scrapin' off the pain
From the walls on memory lane
I′ve started up another call
I′ve wound me up to wash away these old tears stench

What will every code of red
And that plain old miss ol' turn
It′s still ain't nearing off
To cover up these blues and get me down

Oh, oh, oh
Every code of red
That I paint on miss ol′ town
It's still ain′t nearing off
To cover up these blues and get me down