Taking a walk down to the mall
Smelling [bad word] 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 newspaper for pants
And a t-shirt that says
 [bad word] 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