Get Off on the Pain

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"Get Off on the Pain"
Get Off on the Pain cover
Album track by Weezer
Album SZNZ: Autumn
Released September 22, 2022
Length 3:31
Label Crush Music/Atlantic Records
Writer(s) Rivers Cuomo
Producer(s) Tyler Cole, Suzy Shinn
Status Released
SZNZ: Autumn track listing
"Can't Dance, Don't Ask Me"
(1)
"Get Off on the Pain"
(2)
"What Happens After You?"
(3)

"Get Off on the Pain" is the second track on SZNZ: Autumn.

Appearances

Overview

"Get Off on the Pain" was previously in contention for SZNZ: Spring.[1] Weezer shared a short snippet of the song on September 14, 2022 on various social media platforms. Rivers also shared another snippet as a solution for his web game, Weezle, on September 18.

The lyric "Kyrie eleison" is a Greek phrase which translates to "Lord have mercy." The song's bridge contains an excerpt from the poem, "I Look Into My Glass" by Thomas Hardy.[2]

Personnel

Video

Lyrics

The people down the street are packing up (Pack it up!)
As if they found a neighbour doing witchcraft
There isn't anybody I could trust
So I'm alone, dancing to a click track

What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turned my eyes
I ran away right by your side

I tried to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Kyrie eleison
Lord, have mercy on my soul

Now I wonder if a man could fly
With all his sense suspended from his body
Each of us was born to live and die (why?)
But I could never follow orthodoxy

What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turned my eyes
I ran away right by your side

I tried to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
Kyrie eleison
Lord, have mercy on my soul

I look into my glass,
And view my wasting skin
And say, "Would God it came to pass
My heart had shrunk as thin!"
For then, I, undistrest
By hearts grown cold to me
Could lonely wait my endless rest
With equanimity?

What's wrong with me? I count to three
I screwed it up to the Judas Tree
I bow my head, I turned my eyes
I ran away right by your side

I tried to make it better
One candle in the rain
But there's no way around it
Now I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
I get off on the pain, I get off on the pain
It's in my DNA
Lord, have mercy on my soul

See also

References

  1. Cuomo, Rivers. Mister Rivers' Neighborhood. Archived by Wayback Machine, 15 July 2021. https://web.archive.org/web/20210715183313/https://books-r-fun.herokuapp.com/wiki/SZNS
  2. The Thomas Hardy Society https://www.hardysociety.org/media/bin/commentaries/1532428672.pdf