Strain living with a name They get the best of me But I'm no walker away no complaint i got much to gain So they keep testing me And I keep feeding their face they could go off and hit the road What would I care hell i aint going nowhere I got the reigns and courage i was made of and they've got fake love
So I know I must show it's my show I must go With my soul not my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my soul
Pearls and necklaces and girls and all the pretty things I ain't seeking to have it's safe to say if i don't get this out of me i might quite easily end up dead or just mad cross my t's and try to dot my i's but thats just blinding me and i aint living that way i roll my sleeves to make a better man of me or i might easily
just give up on this show It's my show I must go With my soul not my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my show