Trauma at the side of the highwaynI rode right by it, I rode right by itnThere's glass in the candy, babynbut I still like it, yeah I still like itnnAnd I don't wanna be afraidnand I don't wanna shy awaynShy away from a little scratch or shy away from the painnnSirens keeps sounding out my namenBut I don't mind it, I don't mind itnAnd the fire keeps blowing smoke my waynBut I rode by it, I rode right by itnnAnd I don't wanna be afraidnand I don't wanna shy awaynShy away from a little scratch or shy away from the painnOhhhnnThe painnIt's aching again, my lovenIt's bruising again, my lovenBut that's why we're all out (?)nCruising for, looking for the painnIt's aching again, my lovenIt's bruising again, my lovenBut that's what we're all about nCruising for...nn[Instrumental]nnPoision keeps flowing through my veinsnBut I don't fight it, no I don't fight itnAnd the stain on my heart keeps bleedingnBut I don't dry it, no nonnAnd I don't wanna be afraidnand I don't wanna shy awaynShy away from a little scratch or shy away from the painnShy away from a little scratch or shy away from the painnI rode right by it (x7)