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 ♪ 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