Those Poor Bastards There's Gotta Be Something Better
The beast has got a hold of me
and I don't even care to scream
his claws are tearin' through my shoulder
f..ck this town, f..ck 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 shit
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
