You criticize and detest in others the faults you see in yourself, yourself Or that you fear others see in you We all want to judge and be judged And you sing, "We're hollow, defeated and frail" Well, that may be true But I sing hushed and tender my refrain... Oh you got to hold on, you got to hold on, kid You better hold on. hold on, my dear Shit man, you better hold on Babe, just hold on Oh hold on my dear Alright, well you gots to hold on Just hold on Yeah fuck just hold on Well hold on my dear Well hold on Well hold on Well hold on Well hold on my dear