1971

Nineteen seventy one (x4)

Nineteen seventy one
Second son of a second son
Midnight on a twenty-one ten
My Lai and Pnomh Pen

Born under a bad moon rising
Born under a bad sign,
Born to lose
Born to the blues
Born under a bad moon rising
Born under a bad sign,
Born to be wild
Rosemary's child.

Nineteen seventy one (x4)

Nineteen seventy one
Mister Manson had his fun
Helter Skelter, red right hand
Hear the words of the Son of Man:

Mr and Mrs America, you are wrong.
I am not the King of the Jews,
Nor am I a hippie cult leader.
I am what you have made me
And the mad dog killer fiend leper
Is a reflection of your society.
Whatever the outcome of this madness
That you call Christian justice,
You can know this:

In my mind's eye, my thoughts light fires in your cities

Nineteen seventy one (x4)

Born under a bad moon rising
Born under a bad sign,
Born to lose
Born to the blues
Born under a bad moon rising
Born under a bad sign,
Born to be wild
Rosemary's child.

Born to defile!