A Cross For Cain

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 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 cain