Hold On - The 88

Back when you were down and out

Up from your toes

And out of your mouth

Was that same old song

Someone mustʼve done you wrong again

Think about the things you did

Cigarettes, poems, and idiot kids

Theyʼre all famous now

But I hope you all learned how to fall

These are the happy days

These are the ones we made

Holy and on display

Hold on

Shine on

Roll on

And hold on

Run like the devil

For all that you lack

You canʼt steal what you already have

Loosen up that iron jaw

Fight to death born

Denying the law

Of that second hand

Now you see the writing and the wall

But these are the happy days

These are the ones we made

Holy and on display

Run like the devil

For all that you lack

You canʼt steal what you already have