When will I lose my mask of dirt
When will I only stop to hurt
Sittin' on my electric chair
Thinkin' that god would meet me there

When will I stop diggin' my grave
When will I leave my darkest cave
Down in this sweet old [bad word] #39; hole
I am about to lose control

Give in my love
Put on your glove
Give in my love
There is a real thing
There is a friend
helping hand
There is a friend
There is a real thing

I've got a reason to live
I've got a whole lot to give
I've got a reason to live
I've got a whole lot to give

When will I lose my crown of [bad word] 
When will I have the guts to quit
Lying on my own guilloutine
Sweating out zero endorphine

Give in my love
Put on your glove
Give in my love
There is a real thing
There is a friend
helping hand
There is a friend
There is a real thing

I've got a reason to live
I've got a whole lot to give
I've got a reason to live
I've got a whole lot to give

I've got a reason to live