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 star-glimpse 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