The beast has got a hold of me
and I don't even care to scream
his claws are tearin' through my shoulder
 [bad word] this town, [bad word] that girl
I'm tired of livin' like a fool
I'm going to leave this place behind

There's gotta be something better than this

Yesterday I broke my hand
from punching through the wall
I don't remember why I did it

And I'm too poor to get it set
that's my luck, this kind of [bad word] same with all my friends it ain't no different

There's gotta be something better than this

And to the Lord above, I pray
I swear I do, most every day
and sometimes I think I hear him answer

But most the time he turns away
tired of my wicked ways
I'm tired of him too, it ain't no secret

There's gotta be something better than this