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