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