| Song | Pleasure in the Pain |
| Artist | Burning Brides |
| Album | Leave No Ashes |
| 作曲 : Coats | |
| A midnight fallen angel comes | |
| To drag you through the floor | |
| As the chimes ring out you think about | |
| All the things you've done before | |
| Then you pray | |
| I hope I did my best to make the grade | |
| Well I may be broken hearted | |
| But I found myself some pleasure in the pain | |
| You pick up sticks and beg for wood | |
| Throw it on the fire | |
| And you know that there's no turning back | |
| When the flames get higher and higher | |
| Yeah come on | |
| I hope I did my best to do you wrong | |
| Well I may be broken hearted | |
| But I found myself some pleasure in the pain | |
| Turn me on I like what I've found | |
| I want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground | |
| Turn me on I like what I've found | |
| The time has come to take more gold | |
| Piss upon the pile | |
| Like a peg leg on a pirate ship | |
| Who never seems to smile | |
| Sail away | |
| I hope I did my best to stay away | |
| Well I may be broken hearted | |
| But I found myself some pleasure in the pain | |
| Turn me on I like what I've found | |
| I want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground | |
| Turn me on I like what I've found |
| zuò qǔ : Coats | |
| A midnight fallen angel comes | |
| To drag you through the floor | |
| As the chimes ring out you think about | |
| All the things you' ve done before | |
| Then you pray | |
| I hope I did my best to make the grade | |
| Well I may be broken hearted | |
| But I found myself some pleasure in the pain | |
| You pick up sticks and beg for wood | |
| Throw it on the fire | |
| And you know that there' s no turning back | |
| When the flames get higher and higher | |
| Yeah come on | |
| I hope I did my best to do you wrong | |
| Well I may be broken hearted | |
| But I found myself some pleasure in the pain | |
| Turn me on I like what I' ve found | |
| I want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground | |
| Turn me on I like what I' ve found | |
| The time has come to take more gold | |
| Piss upon the pile | |
| Like a peg leg on a pirate ship | |
| Who never seems to smile | |
| Sail away | |
| I hope I did my best to stay away | |
| Well I may be broken hearted | |
| But I found myself some pleasure in the pain | |
| Turn me on I like what I' ve found | |
| I want these crooked roses to wilt to the ground | |
| Turn me on I like what I' ve found |