Quiet as a Rat

There was a kid who came home red from panic and fear

Some kids at the school had beaten him way past tears

His mom cried "Jesus Christ" as she

Cleaned the blood pouring out of his ears

But it was obvious that, quiet as a rat, God was nowhere near

There was a girl at the bar

She overdosed in a photo booth

Nobody found her body until last call

The pictures all showed her terrified and a loner

While everyone cried what a great friend she was

And everyone treats commandments like more like a bucket list

So I've been been asking why I was born against

Time doesn't respect what doesn't respect it

And kind isn't a word I would use for man

If everyone's made in "his" image and even "he" couldn't perfect it

Then what the hell makes anyone think we can

He had the faith of a dog with the debt of a sinner

And a chain tied from his neck to around a tree

He taped a hospital bill to the

Dashboard... kissed the ring on his finger

And drove himself to eternity

I've been trying to hide I was born against

I wonder if I'll die... born against