Well it's pissin' rain in all my head again In all it's pelting pain I know my mind's made I'm gonna die in the rush Like a gleaming kid And I've learned the older you get You're either wild and dying Or boring and blessed And tonight I'm natures bullet shooting Shambles from a gleaming sin White noise, white noise I smoke my cigarettes to feel the burn It's kind of nice feeling Something that you've earned To just turn off the lights And burn in the dark with a dart I'm west-bound, bloody and proud A secret choice ain't a secret now You gotta roll with the punches And pull with your pride to put it out White noise, white noise White noise, white noise White noise, white noise I've got the feeling again I've got the feeling again White noise, white noise White noise, white noise White noise, white noise White noise, white noise White noise, white noise White noise, white noise White noise, white noise I've got the feeling again Thank you How you doing We're The Glorious Sons from Kingston Ontario This is a song about Thomas Street