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 hit rock bottom
God I know it´s [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
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