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