Born bad and sliced Songtext

von Phillip Boa and the Voodooclub

Violent baby, ruthless pig.
Rubenesque beyondster hipster, I am.
Breed of the bad-
Hipster-monsterborn bad, I was.
And my mother was not sad
When she said:
This one's born bad!
Bad! born bad and sliced!
All my bringing up
And growing tall
Was verging on the ridiculous
In a setting close to nought
And under the christmas-tree
I ended up as decoration.
My heart was sliced
My home is in pieces
Now i'm always cruel
And never fair.
Ruthless pig and sliced to pieces
My heart relieved
And shivered in circles
A self-pity mankid I am
Makes my energy high
It will smash you to pieces.
Born bad.