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Mars ILL - 2 Steps
(from the album Blue Collar Sessions)
© copyright 2002
Verse 1:
He sits in the barrel's spot an apple rottin roach infested
alley/
Starting fights with every harry, dick and tom with broken
snapple bottle/
Gladly crawling back to underneath his rock and/
Roll the dice with prostitutes and thiefs/
Who smoke his filtered brand of breathe of life/
He left his wife for every night/
She kept him from these glamorous rights of passage/
Now each bite he takes just keeps him famished/
Damaged seasons turn the leafs black/
And the winter burns the skyline/
Time and time again talked to God/
And asked the sun to shine again/
But see, he wants a quick response/
Right now, he’s used to fast food/
Doesn't realize the chick with the tattoos/
Will fit the glass shoes/
Now its a minute after midnight and his riches back to rags/
Back masking records on his phonograph as he holds his flask
/
Yelling "you don't know the half!" track mind that got
distracted/
And when he punched you in the face, perhaps he just
over-reacted/
Blast the music, let him lose himself in each and very
measure/
He just wants it to get better, he just wants it to get
better.
Hook:
It's just another hustle, it's just another lonely night/
Just another day of shuffling his feet and living his life/
It's just a harsh reality that nothing comes for free/
He's just another couple steps from where he needs to be/
It's just another hustle, it's just another lonely night/
Just another day of shuffling his feet and living his
life/
It's just a slap in the face to let him know nothing's for
free/
He's just another couple steps from where he needs to be.
Verse 2:
She stands on the platform glances at the headline and waits
for the train/
Just for fun she looks at strangers tries to match each face
with a name/
Here’s a bum placing the blame on the government/
So she laughs to herself looks to the glass and watches the
city fly past/
Its been a long week, maybe tonight she'll meet Mr. what’s
the difference/
At her local social breeding ground, theres no need to get
needy now/
Sees these clouds and imagines the dimensions of her
companion/
Tonight could be Mr. right could just be that last man
standing/
She’s got independent woman tattooed in bold across her
shoulders/
A sole controller, but she still likes someone to hold her/
She sees the bottom of the glass now-drinks too much and
blacks out/
Wouldn’t surprise her too much to wake up inside of a
crackhouse/
Pumps two in a bed with a stranger, pack of cigarettes and a
lighter/
Just for fun she matches a name with his face as he lies
beside her/
Burns a cancer stick or two before she gathers her things
together/
Yeah, she wishes it was better.
Hook:
Its just another couple weekends, just another couple bars/
Just a notch upon a bedpost, just a wish upon a star/
Just another couple heartbreaks till she finds just what she
needs/
She’s just another couple steps from where she needs to
be.
Verse 3:
He steps right through that door/
Drops his bags and his heart on the floor/
He embraces her embrace ‘til she cant take it anymore/
Puts his faith in her face waits to exhale that first kiss/
Pale from the wishes he’d get back for all the memories that
he missed/
The blistering pace that moves him cross the globe to God
knows wherever/
Never knew he’d have the days chain those loose sins back
together/
Never knew love like this-never knew sacrifice before/
Its his first chance to pass his life out at your local
record store/
Holds his lifetime in his arms then he kisses her goodnight/
Wipes the dreams from his daughters face to let her know
that shes aight/
On his flight grips tattered edges of a picture frame then
fingerprints/
A single glimpse of innocence and a 60 second phone call/
Seems infinite all said and done, wrong, gone in an instant/
But the man with physical form his heart beats with the
speed of an infant/
Typical storm weather with an aftertaste, adrenaline
letdown/
After the show, 3 hours of sleep, see how far that we can
get now/
Get down to business, get the crowd hyped, get the party
started/
Get back home to his wife and show these people where is
heart is/
He pities the heartless, the man who cant see each tree for
the forest/
He masterminds the revolution while he’s taking out the
garbage/
Drops his carcass in his favorite chair and wonders if he
can make it there/
He looks each brand new days wearing a face with a vacant
stare/
He lays it bare on the records to pull this whole world back
together/
He just wants to make it better.
Hook
Its just another couple days, just another couple shows/
Just another couple hundred miles on this road/
Just another I’m sorry baby ‘til I set these people free/
I’m just another couple steps from where i need to be/
Its just another couple days, just another couple shows/
Just another couple hundred thousand miles on this road/
Just another I’m sorry baby till i set these people free/
I’m just another couple steps from where i need to be/
I’m just another couple steps from where i need to be.