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 And what would I care Hell I ain t goin 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 seekin 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 Try to dot my I s But that s just blinding me I ain t livin that way I roll my sleeves And make a better man of me or I might easily just give up on this show
It s my 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
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 show