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Текст (слова) песни: The Gone Jackals - 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.
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