This is a sermon for the vermon a song to draw blood

A finger in the dam trying to hold back the flood

We are down but we're still not out

We struggle with faith in the face of doubt

Is it a crime to think that

We've found something more sublime

That we're somehow more alive

That we're not just busy dying

No coincidence it's by design

Herded into a pen with the rest of the swine

Born to shine or born to stand in line

You decide

So you better step up to bat

Before your dreams get hammered flat

This is the sound

Even when your ship has run a ground

Don't let bastards get you down

So you better step up to bat

Before your dreams get hammered flat

This is the sound

Even when your ship has run a ground

Don't let bastards get you f**king down