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 strength to look down
In case you're in tow

But I could get used to this

I finally grew a leg in Thailand
Marotting 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

Dark faced flies
Would kill to survive
Hydrogen tigers too
When your 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
Here's hoping you know what I mean

I was born and I cried
I lived the dirty live and I died on fire
And so slow
But I could get used to this