Born Bad

That's 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

Born bad

With a slight-o-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

I've been down

Yeah, I've spent some time downtown

I've covered sacred ground

Soft and slow and round

I gave up

Yeah, I learned to give it up

Thinkin' that's the final cut

But it turns out I was wrong

Born bad

That's 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 hangin'

Problem child man

I grew hard

Over time my scars toughed up

When gettin' even just wasn't 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

That's stuck in third

Just smokes and burns

Born bad

With a cig-hangin' lip

A talk-back baby on a

Star-crossed ship