I was born the day they shot JFK The way you look at me sucks me down the sidewalk Somebody please tell this machine I'm not a machine
[Chorus] My hands are in the air And that's where they always are You're fucked if you do, and you're fucked if you don't Five stop mother superior rain
I was born the day they shot John Lennon's brain And all my smiles are gettin' in the hate generation's way Tell 'em I'm gonna go out, shoot somebody in the mouth First thing tomorrow
I was born the day they shot a hole in the Jesus egg Now the rain, it's all so random What does free will have to do with it at all? And you can't cry, but It really don't matter, why'end up cryin' anyway.