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.

Prove yourself, 
prove yourself,
prove yourself, 
prove yourself. 

Woh