I'm born to cry I live and die I search and find I waste my time I blame my loss When I drag my cross I reach my parts I see disgust
I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on To my disgust
I dig I creep I laugh and sleep I roll and thunder I steal and plunder I twitch I grow Sometimes I wonder My mind so slow I gotta hold on To my disgust
You should see it work The politics and dirt Give it to you inch by inch Raving in my style take it from you mile by mile As they winch them in Well so the south she cries About the west they smile
I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on