| You need the love when it don’t feel right |
| You need to be the shimmer in the night |
| And if you can hear my voice |
| Well you don’t have a choice |
| Keep marching along like the end’s in sight |
| We been marching it seems for a million years |
| And we’ve seen a million signs, «The End Is Near!» |
| It’s like you offered me a ride |
| Then put a blindfold on my eyes |
| And you expect me to reject my fear |
| Well I need something to hold on to |
| I need something I can fit in my hand |
| Cause I’m tired of leaving the things I believe in to chance |
| I want some proof |
| Give me something to hold on to |
| Give me something to hold on to |
| Well I can’t come to church cause of my dirty mouth |
| I wasn’t invited to the party, I’m too fucking devout |
| I’m always walking the line |
| Between cocaine and communion wine |
| You know I’m dead either way |
| So what’s the fuss all about? |
| Well I need something to hold on to |
| I need something I can fit in my hand |
| Cause I’m tired of leaving the things I believe in to chance |
| I want some proof |
| Give me something to hold on to |
| Give me something to hold on to |
| Oh, I really need it, I really need it |
| I really need it, I really need it |
| I really need it, I really need it now |
| I really need it, I really need it |
| I really need it, I really need it |
| I really need it, I really need it |
| I really need it, I really need it now |
| Give me something to hold on to |
| I need something I can fit in my hand |
| Cause I’m tired of leaving the things I believe in to chance |
| Tell me the truth |
| Give me something to hold on to |
| Give me something to hold on to |
| Give me something to hold |
| Give me something to hold |
| Give me something to hold on to |