All out to Get You

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.