I wanna kill this garden of pain|At night my memories haunt me in my sleep|There ain't nothing I can do but sing|Sing through the pouring rain||Maybe this old garden can still grow nice things|From my pain it can bring forth peace|All my tension shall be released|And we can laugh and smile again||Alright|I wanna kill this garden of pain|Wanna tear it all down, start over again|Build up a dream from the dead remains|And bathe the ground in the pouring rain||And maybe sometimes you will hear my song|And change your ways from right to wrong|May only great things come along|Come along from this garden of pain||I wanna kill this garden of pain|Wanna tear it all down, start over again|Build up a dream from the dead remains|And bathe the ground in the pouring rain||Maybe someday someone else will see|All them pretty flowers and think of me|Be the good that I could not be|And find redemption in my grief||I wanna kill this garden of pain|Wanna tear it all down, start over again|Build up a dream from the dead remains|And bathe the ground in the pouring rain||I wanna kill this garden of pain|Wanna tear it all down, start over again|Build up a dream from the dead remains|Bathe the ground in the pouring rain|Bathe the ground in the pouring rain|Bathe the ground in the pouring rain