The Fold

I'm living on borrowed minutes My payments are overdue No matter which way you spin it God doesn't take IOU's Self help is just masturbating Weightlifting is a waste of time But this hole that I'm excavating Has walls that I just can't climb Somebody get me out of this deep, dark hole 'Cause I'm tired, and I'm hungry, and I'm wet, and I'm cold My baby's up there lonely; she's got no one to hold Sweet Lord, please let me grow old and take me back into the fold I'm dreaming of something better I'm learning how to improve Not waiting on fairer weather I'm planning my next big move No more of this poor old sadness No more of this poor old me I've gotta snuff out this madness And shine bright for the world to see Somebody get me out of this goddamn hole 'Cause I'm tired, and I'm hungry, and I'm wet, and I'm cold My baby's up there lonely; she ain't got no one to hold Sweet Lord, please let me grow old and take me back into the fold I'm living on borrowed minutes I'm running on stolen time But owing all of this interest Has never felt so divine