Is living on pain the thing that's getting to you?
 Write my name, paint it up my picture
 Says it's the only thing cuz I'm not around, to be around
 Beaten and battered
 What if my dreams get shattered?
 Then, pain gives me the right to be unkind

 Bring it on baby, what's with sudden devotion?
 I'd trade a river of tears for just a little emotion
 You can curse my name, paint it up my picture
 Say it's the last time that I'll be around, be around
 Oh, well, I'm torn and tattered
 Saw the thoughts in my head be scattered
 Well, pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl

 And it sets me
 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

 So bring it on baby, what you getting into
 Well, I swear 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 the one time you need me around, to be around
 I'm around right now where
 I'll stand like it matters
 Only once got screwed and then gets scattered by the rain
 And pain gives me the right to be unkind, girl

 And it sets me
 Right back to the heart of it
 Jones Crazy is a slight defense from it
 Jones Crazy is a place I call my own

 Right back to the heart of it