I can`t afford to breathe in this town, nowhere to sit without a gun in my hand. Hooked back up to the cathode ray, I`m better off dead, I`m better off dead, I`m better off.
Prove yourself, prove yourself, prove yourself.
I want to breathe, I want to grow, I`d say I want it but I don`t know how. I work, I bleed, I beg, I pray, but I`m better off dead, I`m better off dead, I`m better off.
Prove yourself, prove yourself, prove yourself.
I`m better off dead, I`m better off dead, I`m better off.