Son of a Bitch

I was born a son of a bitch 
I can’t explain myself the point I’ve reached

I was born a son of a bitch
I’m stuck into myself with no chance to switch

You have put the blame on me
And that’s the piece of shit I oughta be (shame on me)

I never learned to take it easy
In a land of wannabees  
Looked in vain for a smile to see
In a grins gallery

I’m running scare of sympathy
In a crowd of ennemies
Should you ever wanna fight
My force will be my right

I wasn’t born son of a rich
I can’t explain myself the point I’ve reached

I’ve been workin’ for the boss
And never had a chance to get across (or win the toss)

I never learned to take it easy
In a land of wannabees  
Looked in vain for a smile to see
In a grins gallery

I’m running scare of sympathy
In a crowd of ennemies
Should you ever wanna fight
My force will be my right

Bad boy, son of a bitch Sad joy, song of a bitch
Bad boy, son of a bitch Sad joy, song of a bitch
Bad boy son of a bitch, No wrong bitch of a song


I was born a son of a bitch
I’m breaking through myself Color the bleach

I’m gonna get me power to rise away from this
I gonna get me love yeah no matter how I kiss
I wanna be a winner no matter you call me son of a bitch