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.