(R. Stewart / J. Cregan / G. Grainger)
Ooowe baby don't you count on me
to be here when the sun goes down
Cause all those mean old friends of mine are calling
Calling way down the line
Somebody send me a one way ticket
Got to get away from here
Put me on a jet back to London city
Gotta get a belly full of beer
Smile for the camera, please mind your manner
You've got to keep your image clean
Clench your fist and don't you take a piss
Makes you wanna slash your wrist
Stand up, shut up, sit down, throw up
All I wanna do is sing
Responsibility and fidelity
Never meant a thing to me
I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off child
Can't change me now
I was born loose
Running wild
Keep your hands off me baby
Cause you're too late, too late
Big bombs are crashin'
Never stop clashin'
Wanting every woman in town
Some tried to train me
One tried to maim me
But you can't keep a good man down
Church bells ringin'
All the kids singin'
When we played the last date on the tour
Janis and Jimi, can't you hear me
knockin' on heaven's door
Born loose
Was born loose baby
Slow me down
You can't slow me down
I was born loose
Born loose
Born loose
Wrong side of my mama
Wrong side of my daddy
Wrong side of the tracks
I was born loose baby
I was born loose
Can't change me now
Can't change me now
Cause you're too late now
Too late now
Too late now baby
Too late now
To change me now
Never change me now
Born loose
Born looseWake up to the nagging of the clock radio and the sick world news
starts to pour and flow. Got yer murders, rapes and stabbings, and yer
child abuse, some guy's trying to tell you how to clean yer tooth.
Drive to work make yer way trough the billboard maze, try to catch
yer breath in the smog and haze, there's signs to sell you sex and drugs
to ease the pain and more TV shows to numb yer dead brain.
Read the paper, catch the latest body count score, turn the page and
find out 'bouth Zsa Zsa Gabor. Look down and see another pantyhose
ad, flip the page and find out why Johnny can't add.
Everything's the same when you see it on TV.
So why the heck should you even listen to me?
United States of
Generica.
Drive home, listen to the gab gab gab, evening news makes it all seem
so drab, acid rain into a cat food commercial, every day's just another
boring rehearsal.
Eat a TV dinner from a microwave oven. Geraldo's got a satanic
witchcraft coven sponsored by Lysol to keep you germ-free.
Why the heck should you even listen to me?
See the half-naked girl for the TV tease. AIDS is the ultimate media
disease. It's got sex and death and drugs to keep the ratings high.
Change the channel, belch and fart and don't ask why.
Never expect the whole story.
Cuz everything's the same when you see it on TV.
UNGOWA!
Kiss the wife goodnight and dream of endless hysteria. Welcome my
friends to the United States of Generica.
UNGOWA!