Sono alcuni giorni, per ovvi motivi, che ho in mente il ritornello di questa canzone degli Skid Row. Il risultato della situazione attuale è che oggi non ho tempo né la concentrazione necessaria per imbastire un post come si deve.
Quindi musica e testo, anticipando il post musicale del venerdì. Buon ascolto e cercate di non essere servi della gleba…
You got me forced to crack
my lids in two
I’m still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that
leads the blind
I’m just another gear in the assembly
line – oh noThe noose gets tighter around
my throat
But I ain’t at the end of my rope ‘cause
I won’t be the one left behind
Can’t be king of the world
If you’re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can’t be king of the world
If you’re slave to the grindGet it?
A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain’t even close
There’s no need to waste
your prayers on me
You better mark my words
‘cause I’m history
Yes indeedYou might beg for mercy to get by
But I’d rather tear this thorn
from my sideI won’t be the one left behind
You can’t be king of the world
If you’re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can’t be king of the world
If you’re slave to the grindThey swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I’m sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticideThey swallowed thier daggers by
turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
brick by brick
I’m sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticideI won’t be the one left behind
You can’t be king of the world
If you’re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You can’t be king of the world
If you’re slave to the grindI said slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Slave to the grind
Follow Me!