When will I lose my mask of dirt When will I only stop to hurt Sittin’ on my electric chair Thinkin’ that god would meet me there
When will I stop diggin’ my grave When will I leave my darkest cave Down in this sweet old fuckin’ hole I am about to lose control
Give in my love — put on your glove Give in my love — there is a real thing There is a friend — a helping hand There is a friend — there is a real thing I’ve got a reason to live I’ve got a (w)hole lot to give
When will I lose my crown of shit When will I have the guts to quit Lying on my own guilloutine Sweating out zero endorphine
Give in my love — put on your glove Give in my love — there is a real thing There is a friend — a helping hand There is a friend — there is a real thing I’ve got a reason to live I’ve got a (w)hole lot to give