Germs - Claxx On The Traxx lyrics

[Verse 1] Slaine Let's take a trip in the mind of a wine king Look at the crook's book, find what you're finding Look at a sick f** hooked on a crime thing f**ed up with six bucks, where's the silver lining? Maybe it's the writing and surviving Maybe it's the haziness and craziness that I bring That maybe made me savour this alive thing f** man, I can still remember ODing and reviving Now it seems my music is arriving After all the juggling, the struggling and striving I've been very lucky, I've been fortunate I've been in the streets and seen friends lost in it Like Joey, Joe's back in detox With dope packed in his knee socks and old fashioned Reeboks And every night his momma keeps crying cause her hope keeps dying Shooting dope with this rope he's tying His soul keeps trying to escape but he can't He's just like his daddy and his cousin and his aunt He's bugging on the d** and it wasn't in his plans Plus he's got a court case, H planted in his pants That's what he says, do you believe this? Cause every time he get out he's back with these heads I guess we don't know the reasons But we're praying to a god that we don't believe in [Hook] Yeah, sometimes at night I take the train Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks Sometimes I write just to shake the pain But I can't go back, I can't change the past Sometimes at night I take the train Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks Sometimes I write just to shake the pain But I can't go back, I can't change the past [Verse 2] Slaine I remember being younger, September from the summer Right before the trees had the leaves fall from em Teens full of dreams, we were still all youngin But it seems that the schemes and the dirt called on us We all went our separate ways with the reference The same cause it stays when the days when your d**h is Always full of questions, never full of answers Took chances dealing with the devil and his dancers Some of us are locked up, some of us are hopped up Everyone of us will fill our stomachs with the vodka Some of us are criminals and running from the coppers Some of us are plumbers but the brunt of all the rotten Things that we went through are taking their toll Cause some of us are dead laying with snakes in a hole It makes you wanna cry when you wasted your whole life Until you wind up thinking of taking your own, that's why [Hook] Yeah, sometimes at night I take the train Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks Sometimes I write just to shake the pain But I can't go back, I can't change the past Sometimes at night I take the train Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks Sometimes I write just to shake the pain But I can't go back, I can't change the past [Interlude] [Verse 3] Slaine The world turns, the train tracks rumble in the night Doors open, a drunk man stumbles with his wife The pride of a foolish man humbled with the knife In the reflection of the gla** you can see it wasn't right Blurry moving lights, slurring new advice Lying to your own face, this is truly true to life And beautifully trife, usually a sight for sore eyes When you start seeing you could be alright Your heart is beating right? So start a decent life The greatest story ever told has got to be a fight I know that some of me is wrong, part of me is right I write rhymes till I'm bringing the forgotten to the light My stop is getting closer, I'm talking to the ghost of Those who were pa**ed in this rotten evil culture Writing on the page with the ink from the pen Underground in the city as I think where I been [Hook] Yeah, sometimes at night I take the train Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks Sometimes I write just to shake the pain But I can't go back, I can't change the past Sometimes at night I take the train Just to hear the clacks rumble on the tracks Sometimes I write just to shake the pain But I can't go back, I can't change the past [Outro] Drugstore Cowboy clip You know, you don't see my kind of people. Because my kind of people don't beg dope, they go out and get it. If they miss they go to jail and they kick alone with nothing in some holding tank. Nobody and I mean nobody can talk a junkie out of using. You can talk to em for years but sooner or later they're gonna get ahold of something. Maybe it's not dope, maybe it's booze, maybe it's glue, it's gasoline. Maybe it's a gunshot. But something to relieve the pressures of their everyday life having to tie their shoes [Slaine] I can't take this sh** anymore, my hands are shaking. I've been up for three days, I don't wanna face nobody ever again. I need help I need to get, get out of here I gotta go on detox