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Born Asking For It

from Jesus Christ's Supercar by Jeebus

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Somebody tell me what I’m talking about
I open up my mouth and lots of shit comes out
Word after word after word after useless word
You want the truth? I’ll tell you what I heard
How much hot air to float a lead balloon?
And how much can you dig up with a silver spoon?
Scoop after scoop after scoop after scoop
I was born asking for it

I’m entitled to my future
I’m entitled to my fun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a lawyer
I’m entitled to a gun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to prescriptions
I’m entitled to straight As
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fuckin face
I was born asking for it

Smiling and nodding and squeezing us in
Like bloated happy cattle in designer pens
Right after left after right after left right left
But I’ll get over it in just 12 steps
Somebody tell me how my story ends
’Cause I don’t have the patience to go through it again
Friend after friend after friend after friend
I was born asking for it

I’m entitled to my future
I’m entitled to my fun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a lawyer
I’m entitled to a gun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a refund
I’m entitled to my space
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fuckin face
I was born asking for it

I can dump my trash and clothe the needy
I can act real dumb and get off easy
I can skip dessert and feed a nation
I can kill a cop on my Playstation
I can go online and cheat the answers
I can walk two miles and wipe out cancer
I can save the world but I’m still an asshole

I’m entitled to my future
I’m entitled to my fun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a lawyer
I’m entitled to a gun
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a refund
I’m entitled to my space
I was born asking for it
I’m entitled to a roundhouse to my fat fuckin face

Back corner booth, let me tell you the truth:
I think I have enough to bring it all down
Back corner booth, I am pimping the truth
Until I have enough to bring it all down
Back corner booth, you can beg for the truth
And never have enough to bring it all down
Back corner booth, let me tell you the truth:
I was born asking for it

credits

from Jesus Christ's Supercar, released October 3, 2016
Words and music by Jedidiah Jeebus
Published by Eschatonality/ASCAP

Jedidiah Jeebus: vocals, keyboards
Old Man Cropsey: guitars
Reeves Jeebus: guitars
Orlando Jeebus: bass, backing vocals
Joe Jeebus: drums, percussion

Produced by Jedidiah Jeebus
Mixed by Pete deBoer at World Famous Studios, Breckenridge, CO
Recorded by Matthew Cullen at Dreamland, Woodstock, NY
Additional recording by Pete deBoer at Cropsey's house and Jedidiah Jeebus at Pile Of Sound, Albany, NY
Mastered by Chris Hanszek

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