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
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 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