Tommy used to work on the docks
Union's been on strike
he's down on his luck, it's tough, so tough
gina works the diner all day
Working for her man,
She brings home her pay for love, for love
She says: We've got to hold on
To what we've got
It doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other
and that's a lot for love
We'll give it a shot
Oh-oh, we're half way there
Oh-oh, living on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Oh-oh, living on a prayer
Tommy's got his six string in hock
Now he's holding in
What he used to make it talk, so tough, it's tough
gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers: Baby it's o'key, someday
We've got to hold on
To what we've got
'cause it doesn't make a difference
If we make it or not
We've got each other
and that's a lot for love -
We'll give it a shot
Living on a prayer...
We've got to hold on ready or not
You live for the fight when that's all that you've got
Oh-oh, we're half way there
Oh-oh, living on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Oh-oh, living on a prayer.