Little By Little - The Chicharones, Josh Martinez, Sleep

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

In reality, I’m just an average Joe with a simple life

No American idol but I get by

Wish I could tour with Fifth Wheel bus

Back to the real world, time to wake up

Smell antifreeze and now with big brothers

Bad to me, I’ve got a blind date with destiny

I’m Mexican, what an amazing race I get to be

Most days are wickedly perfect

You’re not affecting me

Making me nervous, I’m a survivor

The last on the planet deserted

Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme

Changing the face of the game like a sworn medical team

Lead troopers, a league of supreme losers

Press your luck with Sleep;

go home, the biggest loser

I’ll have the last laugh like the last comic standing

Making the band play as you walk off stage empty handed

And I’m, taking home America’s next top model

Back to the bachelor pad, show her some Longfellow…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little, grow a little more bitter

Sit down in my chair like a grown man to his dinner

Where’s my newspaper, boy?

Dog, fetch me my slippers

Feed me, do the dishes, if you need me, I’m in the shitter

With everybody so emo everyone expects emotion

While I’m holding onto long-term solution to that notion

That everything my story, shown off, be banned

Be thrown into the lions as if the crowd cared

Some are born like us, most important like them

Some will live to the fullest;

some will die in the system

Just trying to live the natzi

I admire the mission;

acquire the license to listen

We’re the fire the passim

So where’s my welfare?

Where’s my healthcare?

Where’s my sandwich?

There’s my sandwich

Spin doctors spinning, old white men grinning

Power to the rival, end to its bidding

Can you think of a single thing you’ve done

That’s meant anything, anything at all?

I know I’ll probably take the fall…

I was going into circles till I hit the wall…

Can you think of a single thing you’ve done

That’s meant anything, anything at all?

I know I’ll probably take the fall…

I was going into circles till I hit the wall…

I’m absolutely sure one day I’ll settle down

Find a special spot, My best gal and some mescal

Got trees growing, got a flower garden going

Couple herbs for the cooking, couple more for the smoking

Got a hammock for the swinging, fresh tomatoes for the salad

That’ll compliment the burgers straight cookin' on the grill

Still I drink myself stupid;

I can’t walk home alone

Need a shoulder to lean on, I need a cold beer, come on

Music’s my meal ticket, if I could keep living on beer to get

Time’s ticking like weed in your mind and you don’t get it

No ace in the hole and the weight of the game

Is breaking your soul, keep changing your game

Playing the role

Keep on selling my family short, like toll caritas

Just let it linger, hard to turn the other cheek with broken fingers

And I, humbled myself till I was hollow inside

But no more, I get this and you can swallow my pride!

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…

Little by little by little by

I’m going crazy…