[Intro]
Eins, zwei, drei

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
To my disgust

I dig, I creep
I laugh and sleep
I roll and thunder
I steal and plunder
I gotta hold on
I gotta hold on
To my disgust

So the south she cries
About the west they smile
Give it to you inch by inch
Raving in my style
I gotta hold on
I gotta hold on
I got to hold on
I gotta hold on
To my disgust
To my disgust