7th Son

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