Текст: Hellacopters. A Cross for Cain.

Out of key with my time
Banned from streets of gold
'Cause 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