The Chicharones

Little By Little
Verse 1: Sleepy In reality, I'm just an average joe With a simple life no American idol, but I get by. Wish I could tour with 5th wheel bus, back to the real world. Time to wake up, smell antifreeze. The man with big brother's bad to me I got a blind date with destiny I'm Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be My style wickedly perfect fear not a factor making me nervous I'm a survivor the last on the planted deserted So pass the word like a 10,000 dollar pyramid scheme Changing the face of the game like the swan medical teams Lead troopers elitist supreme boozers Press your luck with sleep. Go home the biggest loser. (ha!) I'll have the last laugh with the last comic standing Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed. And I'm taking home America's next top model back to the bachelor pad. Show her some Longfellow. Chorus: Little by little (3x) I'm going crazy. (2x) Verse 2: Josh Martinez little by little I grow a little more bitter sit down in my chair like a grown man to his dinner where's my news paper boy, dog fetch me my slippers feed me do the dishes, if you need me I'm in the shitter With everybody so emo, everyone expects emotions SongtexteWell I'm holding off the long term solution to the ocean That everything must go, be shown off, be bared Be thrown to the lions as if the crowd cared. Some are born like us, most are born like them Some will live to the fullest some will die in the system Just trying to lift em out, see I admire the missing Acquire the license to listen with a fire to piss in (So)where's my welfare, where's my health care, where's my sandwich, (oh) there's my sandwich' (so) spin doctors spinning (flash) old white men grinning (flash) Power to devour (cash) and do its bidding bridge (2x) Can you think of a single thing you've done that's meant anything? Anything at all' I know I'll probably take the fall I was going circles when I hit the wall Verse 3: Josh Martinez I'm absolutely sure one day I'll settle down Find a special spot, a best gal, and some mescal Got trees growing, got a flower garden going Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking. Got a hammock for the swinging fresh tomatoes for the salad, That'll compliment the burgers straight cooking on the grill Still I drink myself so stupid I can't walk home alone I need a shoulder to lean on, I need a cold beer cmon Sleep: Music's my meal ticket if I could keep living on beer dig it Time's ticking, like waiting in line and you don't get it. No eggs and no hole and the weight of the game is breaking your soul keep changing your game playing the role. Keep selling my family short like Tolkien readers Let it linger, hard to pick up teeth with broken fingers. And I humbled myself til I was hollow inside. But no more I'll get this dick where you can swallow my pride. I'm going crazy Aus Songtexte Mania