Born With Teeth
they were suspicious:
something was wrong at an early age
so little a creature
but consumed by uncontrollable rage
born with teeth
and a thorn in everybody's side
line 'em up and roll 'em in
everybody with a glass chin
no one's gonna run me out
but everybody ran me out
as a sucker for the D.I.Y. concept
I went to your show last night
your gang was trashing the stage
and you had the starglimpse in your eye
but I'm sad to say: your ways
will never make your records sell
they'll line you up and roll you in
everybody with a glass chin everything will run you out
and I'm a living proof of that
born with teeth
and a thorn in everybody's side
line 'em up and roll 'em in
everybody with a glass chin
no one's gonna run me out
but everybody ran me out