Thats the way it beginsnYou try to behavenYeah, you try to fit innnBut when you rise and standnYou find a lock-step marchnNo room for jazznnUh huhnnBorn badnWith a slight of handnI go from jam to jamnWith a crash, boom, bamnnBorn badnI dodge a sucker punchnAnd drop a bomb like listonnOn an animal hunchnnIve been downnYeah, Ive spent some time downtownnI've covered sacred groundnSoft and slow and roundnnI gave upnYeah, I learned to give it upnThinking thats the final cutnBut it turns out I was wrongnnBorn badnThats the way it begannStuffed a young pink lungnDown a rank glue bagnnBorn badnThis is where it all landsnFor a bull headed, corner hangingnProblem child mannnI grew hardnOver time my scars toughed upnWhen getting even just wasnt enoughnI had to choke my conscience offnnI've come farnYeah, I had to travel farnPeel through layers sick and rawnJust to taste and touch once morennBorn badnLike a synchro-mesh shiftnThats stuck in thirdnJust smokes and burnsnnBorn badnWith a cig-hangin lipnA talk-back baby on anStar-crossed shipnnBorn badnnBorn badnThat's the way it begannStuffed a young pink lung nDown a rank glue bagnnBorn badnThis is where it'll landnFor a bull headed corner hangingnProblem child mannnBorn badnBorn badnBorn badnBorn bad