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