Disgust

I'm born to cry I live and die I search and find I waste my time I blame my loss When I drag my cross I reach my part I see disgust I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on To my disgust I dig, I creep I laugh and sleep I roll in thunder I steal and plunder I twitch and grow Sometimes I wonder My mind’s so slow I gotta hold on To my disgust [Sax solo] You should see it work The politics and dirt Give it to you inch by inch Rolling in their style Take it from you, mile by mile As they winch them in Well, so the south she cries While the west will smile I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on I gotta hold on