I’m in a treacherous life
My head is on reward
And I’m being dragged into the mud
Is gonna be decided on the dice
I can hear the grass growing on the yard
Whispering bad news of my bad luck

I came home and see the same old faces
I walk into my room and see all the mess
For being out too much time again
No one can settle the smallest problem that happen

I’m in a treacherous life
My head is on reward
And I’m being dragged into the mud
Is gonna be decided on the dice
I can hear the grass growing on the yard
Whispering bad news of my bad luck

And then I ask what I get in change?
Only a pity answer about my thankless
I’m giving all my best
But it seems that isn’t enough

I’m in a treacherous life
My head is on reward
And I’m being dragged into the mud
Is gonna be decided on the dice
I can hear the grass growing on the yard
Whispering bad news of my bad luck

They talk bad of me on my back
It is making in my brain a big stack of powder
Is ready to blow up and make your faces lack
This little sound is gonna be the most louder

I’m in a treacherous life
My head is on reward
And I’m being dragged into the mud
Is gonna be decided on the dice
I can hear the grass growing on the yard
Whispering bad news of my bad luck