Like an anxious one not getting upset,
Or a gambler who swears off a bet.
Like an alcoholic who gives up the sauce,
We all gotta get up and pickup our cross.
Like a pessimist who tries to hope,
Or a junkie who swears off dope.
Like a sore loser accepting a loss,
We all gotta get up and pickup our cross.
Oh Jesus, can’t I have some control?
Can I least take it off when I bowl?
I know you told me to figure the cost
We all gotta get up and pickup our cross.
