Born Bad - The Gone Jackals

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