Tell me, if I come do i ever get to go?nOr will you just break down and crynGod bless your soulnWhen everbody sees we're growing coldnBut you don't knownThat lately, i've been unable to hold down all the airnAnd i know i always swore i'd never swearnBut i'm growing so damn tired of getting oldnAnd getting cold, God bless my soulnnAll my friends are telling menEverything that i could benAnd i just smile, but secretlynI think i'm starting to believenI'm gonna make it out of herennGive me intoxication over sobrietynGive me proof of everything that you believenI really don't appreciate you preaching to menCan't you see?nOh, you'll see that i'm more that just a waste of given spacenOr a rejection of your offer of some gracenCause i know that there's a time and there's a place for menAnd i can seennThat all my friends are telling menEverything that i should benSo i just smile, but secretlynI know i'm starting to believenI'm gonna make it out of herennGirl i swear to you i'll never let them tear my soul outnTry as though they may they'll surely fail without a doubtnLooking back we'll wonder what we were so sad aboutnThe best days of our lives pass by before we figure outnnThat all my friends believe in menAnd everything i'm gonna benSo we just smile, and we start to singnTo anyone and everythingnWe're gonna make it outnWe're gonna make it outnWe're gonna make it outnOh, we've gotta make it out of here