Paid my dues back in NYC
Buskin' for the rats by the ACE
So I headed out west to start my band
Stake my claim in the promised La La Land
Playing weddings out in Pasadena
Rocking crappy covers of Selena Latina
But when do you start to really live
When what you love takes from you 'till there's nothing left to give?
Marking
Going through the motions
When's it my turn?
When's it my turn?
Burning through the best years of my life
I'm marking
Tell me I'm ready, feeling unsteady
But at least I still can feel
If I gotta beg or steal
'Cause God, I gotta live for real
Two years of going by postal
Going by pole and going yearly postal
They say my tally can't be denied
As I attack love shack and electric slide
But none of these gigs play my own tunes
They cut the cake, I pop balloons
Then after it's done I feel alone
'Cause I ain't ever gonna have one of my own
Just marking
Going through the motions
When's it my turn?
When's it my turn?
Burning through the best years of my life
I'm marking
Tell me I'm ready, feeling unsteady
But at least I still can feel
If I can break or make a deal
'Cause God, I gotta live for once
I wanna finally feel what it's really like to win
To focus all this energy that I've been pulling in
I have this fire in me
I have to have my say
No more asking why, just no more YMCA
Marking
Going through the motions
Now it's my turn
Now it's my turn
No more burning through the best years of my life
Marking
Tell me I'm ready
Feeling unsteady
But at least I still can feel
I'm making my own themes
God I gotta live for real
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-no
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-no
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-no
'Cause God, I gotta live for real