I was a bouncing babyI fell downI looked aroundI didn't stay too longAnd it's trueIt's trueOh, it's trueAll the things that they tell youOh, it's trueIt's all badFor you to seeSo why is itAll so easy for me?Cause it's trueIt's trueIt's trueThey cling to thingsWhen they've got nothingThey can't believeI was a poison childI was fighting for my lifeCleaning to somethingFighting for anythingAnd it's trueAll the things that they tell youOh, it's trueAll the things that they saidThat they saidThat they tell youThings that they tell youI was a bombI was a bouncing babyNow I'm a bouncing bombSo won't you come and defuse meBefore I kill someone?
