Tekster: Hellacopters. Born Broke.

Staying straight, got me so strung out
Being sure just put me in doubt
Your teaching really made me dumb
Don't call me slacker 'cuz I am a bum

Hang around the wrong kind of streets
Can't get out but I can take the heat
Smokin' cigarettes 'til I choke 'cuz
I was born baby, born to be broke

Born broke
Oh yes, I'm born broke
Oh yes, I'm born broke
Born broke

Down another six-pack
Please get 'em off my back
If I can keep the I.R.S. away
From my guitar I will be okay

'Cuz I'm broke
Oh yes, I'm born broke
Oh yes, I'm born broke
I'm born broke, born broke

Staying straight, got me so strung out
Being sure just put me in doubt
Your teaching really made me dumb
Don't call me slacker 'cuz I am a bum

Hang around the wrong kind of streets
Can't get out but I can take the heat
Smokin' cigarettes 'til I choke
'Cuz I was born baby, born to be broke

Born broke
Oh yes, I'm born broke
Oh yes, I'm born broke
Yes, I'm born broke

I'm broke
Yes, I'm born broke
Yes, I'm born broke
Yes, I'm born broke