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 itÂ's true    The Ides of March    Is there nothing I can say or do       Again IÂ'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 itÂ's true    The Ides of March    Is there nothing I can say or do       Again IÂ'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 itÂ's true    The Ides of March    Is there nothing I can say or do       Again IÂ'm heading east of Eden    Hounded by the driving rain    You know I'm bound    To carry that old cross for cain