Carry On - Whiskey Rebels

It’s not fair to want to die

When so many fight to live

Far worse off than you or I

With nothing left to give

I’m older and I’m wiser, I’m closer to death

With a chip on my shoulder that’s causing me stress

Or is it a boulder, a weight on my chest

So easy to get stuck, forget that I’m blessed

If you’re in the game, you’re in the game, play by it’s rules

If you walk the walk, talk the talk, you’ll never play the fool

Why?

Why do I still try?

Why do I still fight!

Why do I desire?

Pictures on my wall inspire me

Some need Machiavelli and some need Jesus Christ

And some read in between the lines and carry on the fight

If you get hit up you get hit up, you’re never backing down

You walk the walk, talk the talk, so take it to the ground

I don’t know why I still try

Well I don’t care if I live or fucking die

But I look to your eyes

Sets me free of my desire