I Don’t Feel Pain

(mmm-hmm) Back in LA, I was a dirty son of a gun

Running over linebackers just for fun

Didn't feel no bruises,

didn't feel no ache

Trash-talking every single tackle I'd make

Then a Mormon preacher

washed my slate clean

Sent me up to Idaho,

quiet and green

But that Oakland tryout,

on that muddy ground

Was the very last time I ever went down

Oh, that one hard hit

woke the nerves in my skin

I felt the pain start,

and the dream had to end

If my bones stayed numb,

I'd be holding the crown Instead of coaching high school

in this dusty old town

(wish I never felt it)

Now I blow my whistle

in the freezing cold rain

Teaching young boys how to play through the strain

But my own mind wanders to that Oakland line

Before my body broke

and ran out of time

Oh, that one hard hit

woke the nerves in my skin

I felt the pain start,

and the dream had to end

If my bones stayed numb,

I'd be holding the crown Instead of coaching high school

in this dusty old town

(yeah, this dusty old

town)

I was Dario,

the man who felt no

pain

Now I'm just a ghost

standing in the rain

(no

pain... no pain)