Give It Up - The Crucified

I don’t need drugs

I don’t need drinks

I don’t need things that make me

So I can’t think

All I need is Jesus

He keeps me holding on

When satan attacks

He (Jesus) makes me strong

I was out of luck

I gave it up

I don’t need money

I don’t need cars

I don’t need things

That «make you who you are»

To Jesus I am famous

That’s my only strife

I know my name is written

In the book of life

All the stupid things

Of this world

Will do you no good

When you’re in hell

I’m talking 'bout Christ

Life for free

I’m talking 'bout Christ

Can’t you see

You’re outta luck

Give it up