by John Wheeler, Copyright 2007 Wheeler's Drunk and Playing Music (SESAC)
Great Grandaddy died back in the First World War
Other people's money is what he was fighting for
Now the taxman's still got both his hands
deep down my pants
Maybe I was born to die in France
I've done rode my motorbike across most of France today
And I could make it to the Swiss border
if the sheep would get out of my way
But it's raining gla** and the sun's gone black
so d**h's still got a chance
Maybe I was born to die in France
They won't speak my language
They don't like my kind
I couldn't feel more out of place
or be more out of my mind
I've watched my whole life flashing before my eyes
like an angry glance
Maybe I was born to die in France
I'm thinking all these governments do
is check my pa**port at the door
And all they do full stop is guard the rich folks
from the poor
The Age of Reason's become the Age
of Charismatic ignorance
Maybe I was born to die in France
Sometimes I can forgive the truth
other times I lie
I've never been afraid to live
I've never been afraid to die
Tonight I pull the throttle full and leave it up to chance
Maybe I was born to die in France