So cross my palm with silver Cross my heart with gold I'll tell you all a story Of a heart so deep and cold Of a time of greed and sorrow The race is never run You think that it's all over But the hurting - the hutting's just begun The hurting The hurting To some he was a hero His father's eldest son To some he was a criminal For evil he had done No need to fear the reaper Only the good die young You think that it's all over But the hurting must go on The hutting's just begun The hurting The hurting So harken well for fear of life The song is almost sung Prophecies and omens mark The time and place I'll come Clouds on the horizon A black spot on the sun Don't think it's all over The hurting The hutting's just begun The hurting The hurting So I cross my palm with silver And I tell myself these lies To cast a giants shadow You must live without disguise You can't erase the memory All was now undone Just when you thought you had it made The torture must go on The hurting has begun The hurting The hurting