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