(K. Fowley/S. West/M. Steele)



Bodies without minds

I hear you're the one with the bleeding heart

Blue and bittersweet

You tear my dreams apart



Cause I was born to be bad

I'm not sad

But I'm glad I did it

Born to be bad

I'm not sad why don't you all get with it



The damned don't cry

Cry out when they're betrayed

Bodies slam they scream

As the keynotes fade



Cause I was born to be bad

I'm not sad

But I'm glad I did it

Born to be bad

I'm not sad why don't you all get with it



I called my mother from Hollywood the other day

And I said "Mom, I just called to tell ya I joined a rock and roll band

And I won't be coming home no more"

You know what she did?

She started crying and weeping and wimpering like all mothers do

She woke up my father and told him about it and he said

"There ain't a damn thing we can do, thats the way she is

She was just born to be bad"



I want you to bring me his ears

To satisfy my mad desires

And if he bites the dust

We'll just have to miss my fire



Cause I was born to be bad

I'm not sad

But I'm glad I did it

Born to be bad

I'm not sad why don't you all get with it