Songtext von Try To Make It

Go ahead call me bastard It goes away Somewhere it started to matter Up in my head That thing in the back room growing It's almost there So bring me a check and I'll sign it It's so late Just try to make it (it's so easy to say) Everyday for a few years Just to escape Down in a hole for 3 days And I gotta scrape How can I try to control it So pure and faint? So bottle it up and protect it A craft to elate