Strain Living with a name They get the best of me But I'm no walker away No complaint I got much to gain So they keep testing me And I keep feeding their face And they could go Off and hit the road And what would I care Hell I ain't going nowhere I got the reigns And courage I was made of They got the fake love
So I know I must show It's my show I must go With my soul Not my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my soul
Pearls And necklaces and girls And all the pretty things I ain't seeking to have It's safe to say If I don't get this out of me I might quite easily End up dead or just mad Cross my t's, try to dot my i's But that's blinding me I ain't living that way I roll my sleeves To make me a better man of me Or I might easily Just give up on the show
It's my show I must go With my soul Not my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my soul
I must show It's my show I must go With my soul By my hand Where I stand It's my role It's my soul
