You know I love to make a connection I love to conspire and steal And you know I love to write good rock songs honey That's all good and real I was born and I cried I lived the dirty life and I died on fire And so slow But I could get used to this I used to be friends with rich kids But all they talked about was me 'Cause I was looking for a date on the corner Like a foghorn shouting in the breeze And I'll bake on a cloud I'll spare the very strengh to look down In case your in tow But I could get used to this (whistle) I finally grew a leg in Thailand Marauding on a typhus flu 'Cause I was stirring up a phase in Nashville Where the plots don't care 'bout what you do I was born and I cried I lived the dirty life and I died on fire And so slow But I could get used to this Dog faced flies Would k** to survive Hydrogen tigers too When you're in doubt simply even it out now What does that say about you? I was lying by a sunny window Fawning on a stormy sea I was calling you to find some codeines Heres hoping you know what I mean I was born and I cried I lived the dirty life and I died on fire And so slow But I could get used to this