Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Born Bad , by - The Gone Jackals. Song from the album Bone To Pick, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 28.02.1995
Record label: Blue Black
Song language: English
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-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 |
| Ive been down |
| Yeah, Ive spent some time downtown |
| Ive covered sacred ground |
| Soft and slow and round |
| I gave up |
| Yeah, I learned to give it up |
| Thinkin 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 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 |
| Ive 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 hangin' problem child man |
| Born bad |
| Born bad |
| Born bad |
| Born bad |