| Lyrics: | I can't afford to breathe in this town,
nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand.
Hooked
back up to the cathode ray,
I'm better off dead,
I'm better off dead,
I'm better
off.
Prove yourself,
prove yourself,
prove yourself.
I want to
breathe, I want to grow,
I'd say I want it but I don't know how.
I work, I bleed, I beg, I
pray,
but I'm better off dead,
I'm better off dead,
I'm better off.
Prove
yourself,
prove yourself,
prove yourself.
I'm better off dead,
I'm better
off dead,
I'm better off.
Prove yourself,
prove yourself,
prove
yourself,
prove yourself |
