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.