Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Breaking Point , by - The Chicharones. Song from the album Live From Bozeman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 28.04.2008
Record label: Camobear
Song language: English
Breaking Point |
| Well I’ve been up and down these same damn roads |
| And nothing ever seems to change |
| (And uh…) You grow a little older, then one day, your strange becomes mundane |
| Don’t know how folks can do it day after day |
| What 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 day |
| But I felt that it wouldn’t be wrong to bow my head and pray |
| Cause' there’s nothing our here but busted trucks, a few beers and rusted nails |
| There’s some broken bottles and boarded up houses |
| And these worn out old man tales |
| And I’m not sure that I can go on with my day |
| Can’t get lost in the soft skin |
| Would you please meet me half way? |
| I could drown in this old playground, where the streets don’t have no name |
| All my friends skipped town or went to jail, just to hide their shame |
| I’m running out of patience |
| This soul’s to break |
| The days got rain to make me go crazy |
| Get 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 matter |
| Cause nobody notices the weekend after that |
| Because inside they’re sad and lonely |
| And I’ll be hoping this day… |
| But it’s not looking that way… |
| But what can I say? |
| I’ve got music to make |
| God, hoping that these trenches, they ain’t just standing to break |
| But I could take 5, then we’re ready to play |
| Do you people feel what we see? |
| We’re gonna give it to ya |
| The weatherman said «mostly rain again», damn |
| Take that winter and stick it where the sun don’t shine |
| Trying to find the benefits |
| In the gray state of mind |
| It’s isolated in my melancholy confine |
| And I’m turning to a migraine, an aging think tank |
| Today faded on tomorrow’s daybreak |
| To chase if I stay awake |
| Naps to conversate |
| Bastards play keep away with contracts |
| I’m gonna have to have it with death |
| Forget about that |
| On the fast track to disaster, past my salary cap |
| Tapped out and cash strapped |
| No way — I’ll keep looking |
| No change between cushions |
| Won’t play the game crooked |
| The Queen killed my rook |
| I don’t want to stay so **** it |
| I’ll sacrifice my peace |
| The heart on my sleeves, tuck it |
| Muzzle those words |
| Uttered bombs, so puzzled and tongue twisted |
| I’m done with it… and it’s just begun |
| I’m running out of patience |
| This soul’s to break |
| The days got rain to make me go crazy |
| Get 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 matter |
| Cause nobody notices the weekend after that |
| Because inside they’re sad and lonely |
| And I’ll be hoping this day… |
| But it’s not looking that way… |
| But what can I say? |
| I’ve got music to make |
| God, hoping that these trenches, they ain’t just standing to break |
| But I could take 5, then we’re ready to play |
| Do you people feel what we see? |
| No change between cushions |
| Won’t play the game crooked |
| The Queen killed my rook |
| I don’t want to stay so **** it |
| I’ll sacrifice my peace |
| The heart on my sleeves, tuck it |
| Muzzle those words |
| Uttered bombs, so puzzled and tongue twisted |
| I’m done with it… and it’s just begun |
| I’m running out of patience |
| This soul’s to break |
| The days got rain to make me go crazy |
| Get 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 matter |
| Cause nobody notices the weekend after that |
| Because inside they’re sad and lonely |
| And I’ll be hoping this day… |
| But it’s not looking that way… |
| But what can I say? |
| I’ve got music to make |
| God, hoping that these trenches, they ain’t just standing to break |
| But I could take 5, then we’re ready to play |
| Do you people feel what we see? |
| We’re gonna give it to ya |