Against the Rain

These logs that brush against us

Legs deep in murky water

Used to run inside us

Old classmates and neighbors

These stumps upon the ground

Who no longer make a sound

Began to charge toward us

Tears freezin' on their cheeks

Though they used to build aside us

Snowmen, then, town halls

They used to sprint against us

Breathless, football kicked ahead

But with such bad words repeated

See flocks convert to packs

Flocks convert to

I don't wear my medals, I keep them from my chest

For you may call me a hero, but heroes don't come back

I sit upon my worn old chair, my hair all turned to oyster gray

Pictures of my brothers whose souls parade the bay

Your jacket will not feel a thing

You waste my tingle on the skin

Head on, head on

Acquainted with the taste of lead

And coiled in a cotton web

Chin up, head on

Your jacket will not feel a thing

You waste my tingle on the skin

Head on, head on

Acquainted with the taste of lead

And coiled in a cotton web

Chin up, head on

Run against the rain (Your jacket won't feel a thing)

Of metal and shells (You waste my tingle on the skin)

Run against the rain (Head on, head on)

Of metal and shells

Run against the rain (Acquainted with the taste of lead)

Of metal and shells (And coiled in a cotton web)

Run against the rain (Chin up, head on)

Of metal and shells

I don't believe in God, man

Don't know who I'm praying to

The light at the end is neon

And I can't believe in God, man

When I see hatred's tenacity

I've gotta believe in something

I won't listen to the speeches

I won't turn on my TV

And I won't let them mold my thinkin'

I'll always end up so confused

I kill my toes, I kill my toes, I kill my toes, I'm out of

And I won't listen to the speeches

I won't turn on my TV

And I won't let them mold my thinkin'

I'll always end up so confused

I kill my toes, I kill my toes, I kill my toes, I'm out of time