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Out of key with my time
Banned from streets of gold 'cuz 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 h*t rock bottom
God I know its true
The Ides of March
Is there nothing I can say or do
Again Im 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 h*t rock bottom
God I know its true
The Ides of March
Is there nothing I can say or do
Again Im 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 h*t rock bottom
God I know its true
The Ides of March
Is there nothing I can say or do
Again Im heading east of Eden
Hounded by the driving rain
You know I'm bound
To carry that old cross for cain