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I was running from the law
With a shotgun in my hand
Nobody's gonna capture me

My mother was a bitch
Lookin' for some rich
She threw me out into the street

My life was full of shit
I was livin' in the pits
Dreamin' about livin' free

I was trapped in a hole
With nowhere left to go
I´m gonna make it out you´ll see

Caught in this world
that man had made for me
Something never meant to be
Life is just a word
With a meaning so absurd
That it shoudn't be allowed to be

Nothin' left to do
Got a bad point of view
Should've realized long ago

I'm feelin' kind of high
'Cause I know I´m gonna die
And I haven´t got long to go

Ah - I was born the 7th son
Ah - I was born to sin
I was born the 7th son

Got a crooked sense of things
I been sittin' in the wings

Waitin' for my time to come
'Cause the time has come to see

If it's god or is it me
That´s gonna kill the 7th son

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