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Lyrics for 'Born Bad' by 'Gone Jackals'
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.
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