Disgust
I'm born to cryI live and dieI search and findI waste my timeI blame my lossWhen I drag my crossI reach my partsI see disgust
I gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold onTo my disgust
I dig I creepI laugh and sleepI roll and thunderI steal and plunderI twitch I growSometimes I wonderMy mind so slowI gotta hold onTo my disgust
You should see it workThe politics and dirtGive it to you inch by inchRaving in my styletake it from you mile by mileAs they winch them inWell so the south she criesAbout the west they smile
I gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold onI gotta hold on