| Song | 7th Son |
| Artist | Amulance |
| Album | Feel the Pain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 |