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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,

Marauding 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.

Dog faced flies would kill to survive,

Hydrogen tigers, too.

When you're 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 life and I died on fire,

And so slow,

But I could get used to this.

Lovely.