And it's not that I'm evil Before you were born, I was already sinning I can't even be your friend It's not because the light here is brighter I just don't like to pretend Your mama's got nothing on me Your daddy's got nothing on me And the world that

Baby I was born this way Oh there ain't no other way I was born this way hey I'm on the right track, baby Don't be a drag, just be a queen I'm on the right track baby I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause God makes no mistakes Don't hide yourself in regret

Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone I was born an honest way One foot go the right way I feel like I'm itching Well I am an old man I've got nothing more to say Take me to higher ground I wondered on back home

Before I take life off of my years Before I'll take life off my years Some's born to take life safe and easy, I was born to live life on a dare I never worried about the fall, y'all, Just how high I got in the air Flipping dirt bikes and rolling daddy's

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

And when I'm hanging by a string, Every little thing Is understood Stronger than steel and wood. Seen me through the bad and good. Between Martin and me. He was born in the woods Torn from his home. Well, he was naked,

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him

Born is the king of Israel The first Nöel, the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay In fields where they lay tending their sheep On a cold winter's night that was so deep Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel They looked up and saw a star

My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell A welfare child where

Hiding on the backstreets One soft infested summer, me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe the fire we was born in Catching rides to the outskirts, tying faith between our teeth Sleeping in that old abandoned beach house, getting wasted in