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