They were suspicious: Something was wrong at an early age So little a creature But consumed by uncontrollable rage Born with teeth And a thorn in everybody's side Line 'em up and roll 'em in Everybody with a glass chin No one's gonna run me out But everybody ran me out As a sucker for the d.i.y. concept I went to your show last night Your gang was trashing the stage And you had the starglimpse in your eye But i'm sad to say: your ways Will never make your records sell They'll line you up and roll you in Everybody with a glass chin everything will run you out And i'm a living proof of that Born with teeth And a thorn in everybody's side Line 'em up and roll 'em in Everybody with a glass chin No one's gonna run me out But everybody ran me out