When you're so long gone, you can't help yourself
When you're so dead wrong
Let alone no one else


Well the children still dying in the streets
The babies still living with disease

The cops got guns, the poor folks got sons
Who work for Mr. Franklin every week


If you've come looking for hard times
Hard times ain't hard to find
Cause we've been given that lifeline

Only once in a lifetime

Baby we were born

Maybe we were born
To be sure ... to endure
When the storm comes


Got them sad eyes
Got them cat eyes

Got your angels tired
From saving your life


So you would be best
To contain yourself
Before you end up killed


His bare feet
Touch her bare feet

The air breaths sweet
At the mountains peak


And I forgot
What the wise man said
About that ancient thread


Baby we were born
Maybe we were born

To be sure ... to rejoice
When it succumbs