You don't have to buy into this.
You don't have to pay that kind of price.
You can easily get rid of this.
You can be stupid or you can be wise.
You don't have to get out of it,
you don't have to sweat blood
You don't have to live like a turtle in a pond,
up to your neck in mud
Well, whatever's got you crippled with pain,
whatever 's got you buried in a hole
You don't have to give
it no clinical name, no
You don't have to be a tortured soul
No, no, no, no
No tortured soul
You don't have to be stupefied
Crushed underfoot like a slave
You don't have to be riddled with envy
Chasing the illusions you crave
You don't have to feel pressurized
You can just take off the lid
You don't have to be
haunted forever
About something you did
Well, whatever's got you
crippled with pain
Whatever's got you
buried in a hole
You don't have to give it
no fancy name, no
You don't have to be a tortured soul,
no, no, no, no
Yeah, no tortured soul
No, no, no, no
No, no tortured soul
Yeah, the dark demons
may taunt you
Bald
Scots may call out your name
Diseased whores may flaunt
themselves in front of you
But that's the oldest game
All that broken glass that you sit on
All that ledge you keep on your roof
That albatross you hang round your
neck like an unlucky charm
That all keeps you from the truth
No, you don't have to buy into it
You don't have to pay
that kind of price
You don't have to live
in self -persecution
You can be stupid and you can be wise
Well, whatever's got
you crippled with pain
Whatever's got
you buried in a hole
You don't have to give it no
technical name, no
You don't have to be a tortured soul
You don't have to be a tortured soul
No, no, no, no
No tortured soul
No, no, no, no
No tortured soul
You