Up from the ashes, out of the flames
Keeps gettin stronger, like a slow rollin train
Watch [bad word] Oh, why do the good die young
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart

Off in the distance, it was callin my name
So I took me a ride, on that slow rollin train
It [bad word] But it seems that the good die young
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart

Seems it was over, before it begun
Killed by a bullet, from a six-string gun
Bang a [bad word] Oh, why do the good die young
Ridin in a long black car
Born with a broken heart
Playin on that sad guitar
Born with a broken heart
Burnin like a shootin star
Born with a broken heart