All my ex's are throwing a bonfire To burn my clothing My invite must've got lost in the mail All my demons are running for the hills All my best friends have started paying bills I'm surrounded by lonely people Much too many lonely people Hanging from that tree was his untimely death Sang the book of Eli, for his final breath Girl left, dog died, lost his job didn't cry, it was just fate Why are people so impatient all he had to do was wait I was born dead I was born dead I was born with a bullet in my head I was born dead All my skeletons are seven feet tall Had to buy a walk in closet, just to fit them all I'm surrounded by lonely people Much too many lonely people There's a girl she go to Catholic school but she don't believe in God 'Cause how could he justify the shit that goes on Sit down shut up is her rule-of-thumb I say he who marches out of step, hears another drum I was born dead I was born dead I was born with a bullet in my head I was born dead Shout out my dad, for trying his best And props to my mom, when I made her upset I'm so thankful for everything I have And I'm so grateful for everything I am I was born dead I was born dead I was born with a bullet in my head I was born dead I was born dead I was born dead I was born with a bullet in my head I was born dead