Something Is Sacred
MARK O. EVERETT
Taking a walk down to the mall
Smelling piss and beer and gas
That could be me in a couple years
Suckin' fumes under the highway pass
On a rainy day
While I wear newspapers for pants
And a T-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
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 nothing 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