Intro:
Well I m going through the motions
Seems it happens every night of every week
Well it s an ever running cycle
And the chance of breakin out of it seems weak
Well my mind becomes a freight train
And it never lets me get no decent sleep
Well my head starts a worrying about all the little things I cannot change
And my heart it starts a pounding
Messing up the way the blood goes through my veins
I never dream of nothin pleasant
I m always lost or gettin booed off of the stage
Well the west coast was a desert
And New York City black
So I spent some time in Carolina
Make my money back
There s a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
Well there s this busy little corner
Half a mile down the road from where I live
Where all these beautiful women
Work the sidewalk for a little take and give
Oh it s like an escalator walkway
I just mind my own business, make sure my money s hid
Well I got this friend, he takes his money down there every day
When he gets off from work
He asks for Georgia cuz she s special,
She reminds him he s a man he has worth
Oh but I don t judge him cuz he s honest
Which is more n I can say I ve been since birth
Well the west coast was a desert
And New York City black
So I spent some time in Carolina
Make my money back
There s a trail of blood that trickles down from Denver to the sea
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for me
So if you re led into a wasteland or made to stumble through the dark
You leave the cartoon color legacy or a common watermark
We always back the underdog because he s the only one we trust
And if that ones for the winner, this one must be for us