Lyrics to Born Bad
Thats the way it begins
You try to behave
Yeah, you try to fit in
But when you rise and stand
You find a lock-step march
No room for jazz
Uh huh
Born bad
With a slight of hand
I go from jam to jam
With a crash, boom, bam
Born bad
I dodge a sucker punch
And drop a bomb like liston
On an animal hunch
Ive been down
Yeah, Ive spent some time downtown
I've covered sacred ground
Soft and slow and round
I gave up
Yeah, I learned to give it up
Thinking thats the final cut
But it turns out I was wrong
Born bad
Thats the way it began
Stuffed a young pink lung
Down a rank glue bag
Born bad
This is where it all lands
For a bull headed, corner hanging
Problem child man
I grew hard
Over time my scars toughed up
When getting even just wasnt enough
I had to choke my conscience off
I've come far
Yeah, I had to travel far
Peel through layers sick and raw
Just to taste and touch once more
Born bad
Like a synchro-mesh shift
Thats stuck in third
Just smokes and burns
Born bad
With a cig-hangin lip
A talk-back baby on a
Star-crossed ship
Born bad
Born bad
That's the way it began
Stuffed a young pink lung
Down a rank glue bag
Born bad
This is where it'll land
For a bull headed corner hanging
Problem child man
Born bad
Born bad
Born bad
Born bad
You try to behave
Yeah, you try to fit in
But when you rise and stand
You find a lock-step march
No room for jazz
Uh huh
Born bad
With a slight of hand
I go from jam to jam
With a crash, boom, bam
Born bad
I dodge a sucker punch
And drop a bomb like liston
On an animal hunch
Ive been down
Yeah, Ive spent some time downtown
I've covered sacred ground
Soft and slow and round
I gave up
Yeah, I learned to give it up
Thinking thats the final cut
But it turns out I was wrong
Born bad
Thats the way it began
Stuffed a young pink lung
Down a rank glue bag
Born bad
This is where it all lands
For a bull headed, corner hanging
Problem child man
I grew hard
Over time my scars toughed up
When getting even just wasnt enough
I had to choke my conscience off
I've come far
Yeah, I had to travel far
Peel through layers sick and raw
Just to taste and touch once more
Born bad
Like a synchro-mesh shift
Thats stuck in third
Just smokes and burns
Born bad
With a cig-hangin lip
A talk-back baby on a
Star-crossed ship
Born bad
Born bad
That's the way it began
Stuffed a young pink lung
Down a rank glue bag
Born bad
This is where it'll land
For a bull headed corner hanging
Problem child man
Born bad
Born bad
Born bad
Born bad
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