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[Josh Martinez]Well I've been up and down these same damn roadsAnd nothing ever seems to change(And uh...) You grow a little older, then one day, your strange becomes mundaneDon't know how folks can do it day after dayWhat does it feel like to be here and not feel right?Does it feel like fighting?Does it serve to a nightmare?I don't know all of the details of the dayBut I felt that it wouldn't be wrong to bow my head and prayCause' there's nothing our here but busted trucks, a few beers and rusted nailsThere's some broken bottles and boarded up housesAnd these worn out old man talesAnd I'm not sure that I can go on with my dayCan't get lost in the soft skinWould you please meet me half way?I could drown in this old playground, where the streets don't have no nameAll my friends skipped town or went to jail, just to hide their shameI'm running out of patienceThis soul's to breakThe days got rain to make me go crazyGet out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)Got to pick myself up (I got to pick myself up)SongtexteI could leave, it wouldn't matterCause nobody notices the weekend after thatBecause inside they're sad and lonelyAnd I'll be hoping this day...But it's not looking that way...[Sleep]But what can I say?I've got music to makeGod, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to breakBut I could take 5, then we're ready to playDo you people feel what we see?We're gonna give it to ya[Sleep]The weatherman said "mostly rain again", damnTake that winter and stick it where the sun don't shineTrying to find the benefitsIn the gray state of mindIt's isolated in my melancholy confineAnd I'm turning to a migraine, an aging think tankToday faded on tomorrow's daybreakTo chase if I stay awakeNaps to conversateBastards play keep away with contractsI'm gonna have to have it with deathForget about thatOn the fast track to disaster, past my salary capTapped out and cash strappedNo way - I'll keep lookingNo change between cushionsWon't play the game crookedThe Queen killed my rookI don't want to stay so **** itI'll sacrifice my peaceThe heart on my sleeves, tuck itMuzzle those wordsUttered bombs, so puzzled and tongue twistedI'm done with it... and it's just begun[Josh Martinez]I'm running out of patienceThis soul's to breakThe days got rain to make me go crazyGet out of this rut (can't get out of this rut)Got to pick myself up (I got to pick myself up)I could leave, it wouldn't matterCause nobody notices the weekend after thatBecause inside they're sad and lonelyAnd I'll be hoping this day...But it's not looking that way...[Sleep]But what can I say?I've got music to makeGod, hoping that these trenches, they ain't just standing to breakBut I could take 5, then we're ready to playDo you people feel what we see?We're gonna give it to ya Aus Songtexte Mania