Born under a bad sign Been down since I began to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all If it wasn't for bad luck, you know I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble is my only friend I been on my own ever since I was

Goin' back to Dallas, livin' in the palace of the king Oh, living in the palace of the king Living in the palace Be a natural thing was born down in Dallas, raised up on the city of wind Spent a month of Sundays, talkin' about the places I have been

I was once a man before I transformed Into this molester, freshly deceased children You have born, torn by my rape The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse I will violate Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction I open the coffin Sick

Ahoo stars are falling, are we falling too? On a night like this Ahoo dawn is coming, what's this coming to? Doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo Doo doo doo ooo You are the one, you are the only one I was born to know Beyond the crush of any summer lust and we

Believe in your dreams Believe you and me, don't let go We're living it up I was born uptown of the ghetto dream But have you made it out Out of the ghetto? We're having a good time baby Now ain't life crazy? Daddy made it out

Ava was the morning, now she's gone She's reborn like Sarah Vaughan In the sanctuary she has found Birds surround her sweet sound And Ava flies in paradise Today my bird flew away Gone to find her big blue jay Starlight before she took flight I sung a

And he shall be Levon And he shall be a good man He shall be Levon He was born a pauper To a pawn on a Christmas day When the New York Times Said God is dead and the war's begun Alvin Tostig has a son today In tradition with the family plan, woo

I must be invisible No one knows me. I have crawled down dead-end streets On my hands and knees. I was born with a ragin' thirst, A hunger to be free, But I've learned through the years. Don't encourage me.

I was made for loving him I seeing all the signs from above I'm going to be the one that he loves The Fashion of his Love! I'm gonna be his first and last kiss, 'Cause baby I was born to be his The Fashion of his Love (I love you) I never was the kind of

I was born in ashes of molten hatred Raised by demons in abodes of the end The reaper's scythe I fall upon to light my path Wrecked by mangled wounds of life I have become become the resurrection of the evil one 'Yknow that I don't fucking care If I live