Unkind

Bring it on baby, what you getting into

Is living on pain the thing that's getting to you

Write my name, pin it up with my picture

And say it's the only thing 'cause I'm not around to be around

I'm beaten and battered, hell if my dreams get shattered then

Pain gives me the right to be unkind

Bring it on baby, what's with sudden devotion

I trade a river of tears for just a little emotion

You can curse my name, pin it up with my picture

And say it's the last time that I'll be around to be around

Oh well I'm torn and I'm tattered

So the thoughts in my head they get scattered

Oh well pain gives me the right to be unkind

And it set's me here

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own, (when I'm alone, dig)

So Bring it on baby, what you getting into

Well I swear at once it was the little things that mattered

But it all seems true to you

Say the hell with my name and say the hell with my picture

Yeah but swear for the one time you need me around to be around

Well I'm around right now

And here I'll stand like it matters

Only once gets through and then gets scattered by the rain

But pain gives me the right to be unkind

And it sets me here

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own, (when I'm alone, dig)

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own, (when I'm alone, dig)

Right back to the heart of it

Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it

Jones Crazy is a place I call my own, (when I'm alone, dig)