Disgust (Live In Seattle)

[Intro]

Eins, zwei, drei

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 parts

I see disgust

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

To my disgust

I dig, I creep

I laugh and sleep

I roll and thunder

I steal and plunder

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

To my disgust

So the south she cries

About the west they smile

Give it to you inch by inch

Raving in my style

I gotta hold on

I gotta hold on

I got to hold on

I gotta hold on

To my disgust

To my disgust