Out of key with my time Banned from streets of gold ''cause of my rhyme So tell me is there still a world to win Or am I just a captive of the original sin
You know I always hit rock bottom God I know it´s true The Ides of March Is there nothing I can say or do
Again I´m heading east of Eden Hounded by the driving rain You know I'm bound To carry that old cross for cain
Kicked out of the promised land I'm a boogier in a forsaken band In the ditch I got both feet in the grave I'm still a roller but I was born a slave
You know I always hit rock bottom God I know it´s true The Ides of March Is there nothing I can say or do
Again I´m heading east of Eden Hounded by the driving rain You know I'm bound To carry that old cross for cain
You know I always hit rock bottom God I know it´s true The Ides of March Is there nothing I can say or do
Again I´m heading east of Eden Hounded by the driving rain You know I'm bound To carry that old cross for cainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
