Born a Bastard.

Barn burner. Hard learner . Going downtown Gonna’ get upside down. Jack Daniel’s makes me a ***damn social animal. I go down on you, Eat your pussy like a cannibal. Dive bars and slick remarks Lead to strange beds; Wake up to some honey With a taste for cheap cigarettes. Got to keep running. Got to keep………moving……. Wherever there’s sunshine and moonshine I’ll be there, feelin’ fine. Toe-tappin’, two-timing Felony and petty crimin’ After all my nine ta’ fivin’ I just want to have fun. I was born a bastard; I am the son of the gun. Got to keep running. Got to keep moving. Feel the peak comin’ (Felt the prick of the metal mosquito in my vein) Fell sick, then slipped off my moral halo, traded it for a ten pack and heard the train whistle…..blowin’) Got to keep running. Til I run outta steam. Whee- Whoooooeeeeeppp!