These logs that brush against us : Leg deep in murky water, used to run aside us,
Old classmates and neighbours
These stumps upon the ground Who no longer make a sound Began to charge towards us tears freezing on their cheeks
Though they used to build aside us Snowmen then town halls
They used to sprint against us, breathless, football kicked ahead
But with such bad words repeated see flocks convert to packs
I don't wear my medals
I keep them from my chest
For you may call me a hero
But heroes don't come back
I sit upon this worn old chair
My hair all turned to oyster gray Pictures of my brothers
Who's souls parade the bay
Your jacket will not feel a thing You, a slight tingle on the skin Head on, head on acquainted with the taste of lead and coiled in a cotton web Chin up, head on
Run against the rain of metal and shells
I don't believe in god man Don't know who I'm praying to The light at the end is neon And I can't believe in god man When I see hatreds' tenacity I've got to believe in something
I won't listen to the speakers
I won't turn on my TV
And I won't let them mould my thinking I always end up so confused
I curl my toes, I'm out of time.
Lysistrata - Against the Rain Lyrics
Lysistrata - Against the Rain Lyrics
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These logs that brush against us : Leg deep in murky water, used to run aside us,
Old classmates and neighbours
These stumps upon the ground Who no longer make a sound Began to charge towards us tears freezing on their cheeks
Though they used to build aside us Snowmen then town halls
They used to sprint against us, breathless, football kicked ahead
But with such bad words repeated see flocks convert to packs
I don't wear my medals
I keep them from my chest
For you may call me a hero
But heroes don't come back
I sit upon this worn old chair
My hair all turned to oyster gray Pictures of my brothers
Who's souls parade the bay
Your jacket will not feel a thing You, a slight tingle on the skin Head on, head on acquainted with the taste of lead and coiled in a cotton web Chin up, head on
Run against the rain of metal and shells
I don't believe in god man Don't know who I'm praying to The light at the end is neon And I can't believe in god man When I see hatreds' tenacity I've got to believe in something
I won't listen to the speakers
I won't turn on my TV
And I won't let them mould my thinking I always end up so confused
I curl my toes, I'm out of time.
Old classmates and neighbours
These stumps upon the ground Who no longer make a sound Began to charge towards us tears freezing on their cheeks
Though they used to build aside us Snowmen then town halls
They used to sprint against us, breathless, football kicked ahead
But with such bad words repeated see flocks convert to packs
I don't wear my medals
I keep them from my chest
For you may call me a hero
But heroes don't come back
I sit upon this worn old chair
My hair all turned to oyster gray Pictures of my brothers
Who's souls parade the bay
Your jacket will not feel a thing You, a slight tingle on the skin Head on, head on acquainted with the taste of lead and coiled in a cotton web Chin up, head on
Run against the rain of metal and shells
I don't believe in god man Don't know who I'm praying to The light at the end is neon And I can't believe in god man When I see hatreds' tenacity I've got to believe in something
I won't listen to the speakers
I won't turn on my TV
And I won't let them mould my thinking I always end up so confused
I curl my toes, I'm out of time.
Writer: Maxime Roy, Théo Guéneau, Benjamin Amos Cooper
Copyright: Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.