Hold my head up, right foot back
Take my hands down, shake my back
Pull my strings and cut my rope
Rattle my frame and shatter my ghost
And if I can't get back in line
They're gonna break me down
Till the broad [bad word] through

Breathe [bad word] alive
Give me a reason to feel

Take my eyes and paint my bones
Drill my brain all full of holes
And patch it up before it leaks
These [bad word] two by three
And if I catch these master's hands
Could I spend my days on a discount revelry

Breathe [bad word] alive
Give me a reason to feel