Lyrics:

We were drinkin' dinner on the Sunset Strip
The girl's doin' powder, got a little on her lip
It's just another night... man, I can't take this

Runnin' outta money, and I can't pay the rent
The man at the label says we'll never write a hit
Shit... man, I can't take this

And everything is dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it?
What's it gonna take to make it?
I'm a sorry motherfucker tired of livin' in the gutter
Get me outta here
What's it gonna take to make it?
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here?

So we wrote another song; cut a demo on a dime
They didn't like the sound, we didn't fit the times
And the radio station said, 'It's way too loud'

So we took it to the streets just to prove 'em all wrong
We knew we had it right, yeah, we knew it all along
It's just another fight... man, I can't take this

And everything is dr-dr-drivin' me crazy
I'm tickin' like a time bomb
And I'm about to blow

What's it gonna take to make it?
What's it gonna take to make it?
I'm a sorry motherfucker tired of livin' in the gutter
Get me outta here
What's it gonna take to make it?
I'll do anything but fake it
What's it gonna take
What's it gonna take to make it here?

What's it gonna take to make it
In the city of sin and the decay of angels
What's it gonna take
To make it out of here?