Born 2b Mild - Lunachicks

Oh Jesus loves you

Get on your knees and pray

You’ll die and go to heaven

But here in hell we’ll stay

Our Bible is our music, and the guitar is our Lord

Vicious licks and broken picks

We are the evil horde

The bleeding heart of Jesus

Is hanging on our souls

Lightning strikes for wretched sin

And death and rock and roll

Don’t wanna be like anyone

We stand out in the crowd

Drinkin, smokin, hanging out

We like our music loud

We were made to be bad

And it might make you mad

We’re so wild

You’re Born 2 B Mild

Denim jeans and sticky dreams

Just a rock & roll machine

Hanging out with all our friends

We make the people scream!

Don’t want your god, we have our own

Don’t wanna be just another clone

You have your happy family

Joseph, Jesus and Mary

We prefer a wall of noise

And foxy long haired boys

If you die before you wake

You pray the lord your soul to take

Don’t you see it’s all so fake

Too bad for you to have that fate

We were made to be bad

And it might make you mad

We’re so wild

You’re Born 2 B Mild

Preachin on the subways

For all the world to hear

'cause were to ones you fear