up from the ashes, out of the flames
keeps gettin´ stronger, like a slow rollin´ train
watch it run
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 still runs
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 drum
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