something is sacred
takin a walk down to the mall
smellin piss and beer and gas
that could be me in a coupla' years
suckin fumes under the highway pass
on a rainy day
while i wear newspapers for pants
and a tee shirt that says "damn i'm good"
people look funny when they cry
'cause they just can't let it hide
typing into your little box
press the cry button
then it unlocks
on a rainy day
no one has a thing to say
easier to look the other way
take a look in the killer's eyes
and you see there's nothin there
but something is sacred in your eyes
and something to believe
on a rainy day
and as the world will blow to bits
i'll cradle you and hold you tight