| There was a kid who came home
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| Red from panic and fear
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| Some kids at this school had beaten him way past tears
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| His mom cried, «Jesus christ!»
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| As she cleaned the blood pouring out of his ears
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| But it was obvious that, quiet as a rat
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| God was nowhere near
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| There was a girl at the bar
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| She overdosed in a photo booth
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| Nobody found her body, until last call
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| Then the pictures all showed her, terrified and a loner
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| While evryone cried, «what a good friend sh was!»
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| (Pre-Chorus)
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| And everyone treats commandments like more of a bucket list
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| So I’ve been asking why, I was born against
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| Time doesn’t respect what doesn’t respect it
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| Kind isn’t a word I’d use for man
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| If everyone’s made in his image
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| And he couldn’t perfect it
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| What the hell makes anyone think we can
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| We had the faith of a dog
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| And the death of a sinner
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| And a chain tied from his neck to 'round a tree
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| He taped a hospital bill to the dashboard
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| Kissed a ring on his finger
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| And drove himself to eternity
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| And I’ve been trying to hide
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| I was born against
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| And I wonder if I’ll die
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| Born against |