Oh, I'm just having a bit of a hard day It's not like I'm dyin Though we die a little bit all the time, okay? It isn't violent, Like Death walkin in with an AR-15 And opening fire God rest all their souls And let us pray____. Oh, I just really mustn't complain. I'm whinin, is all. I'm talkin about just a little pain Makes me feel so small. I'm not in a war zone: No water, no electricity for days on end, Where my killer or rapist waits around the bend It's not insane_____. But when I rise up from my seat, An invisible torturer cranks up the pliers on my knees And I may wince when I come back to sing or talk or play It might be that the show looks easy And I'll make like nothing hurts I'll just make like nothing hurts Well I'll make like nothing hurts I'll just make like nothing hurts And maybe it'll help to get through On days like these On days like these... On days like these