Billy Talent Rusted From The Rain (Live @ Rock am Ring 2009)

Well I'm scared of my reflection
Is it mine or is it yours?
And I swear I hear the knockin'
But there's no one at the door.

Don't think I'm losing my perspective
'Cause I know one thing for sure
They've been watching, they've been listening
Every whisper, every word

Your sudden movements, sudden movements
Gonna give a soul away
No sudden movements, sudden movements
Or they'll blow our soul away

Dare I find my information
Who's the black sheep of the herd?
I have mean guardian of angels
And they'll get what they deserve

So lock your children in the basement
Keep a raffle by the door
Don't be afraid of my intentions...

Let the rain fall down, let it fall to the ground,
Let the rain fall down to the ground.
And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound,
When you're six feet underground.

Well they cast me out when the word spread around
That I never sang in the church.
And it took one night for the town to decide
I'm afflicted by the curse.

And the rain falls down, let it fall to the ground.
And the birds don't sing, no they don't make a sound.
So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why,
Do they all get to live, and I have to die?

So they marched me down to the center of town,
With their pitchforks high in the...

Today I walked down our old street
Past the diner where we'd meet
Now I dine alone in our old seats
The cold wind blows right through my bones
And I feel like I'm getting old
But I wish I was getting old with you
I held your hand when we took shelter from the rain
She laughed as we picked out our children's names

White sparrows fell from heaven and carried her away
Black arrows cut the strings of my heart, I kneel and pray

Her clothes hang in the closet still
The phone sits on the windowsill
And every time it rings it gives me chills
My heart just stopped when I was told
Doctor, doctor, on the phone
Said...

Another F again I fret,
Another cocky hypocrite,
Another dirty LOOK from a passerby.
Kiddy porn and lunatics,
All the things that make me sick,
Another suicide from a sad rock star.

So get the fuck out of my face,
And disappear without a trace.
You annoying little prick,
I'll reach into my bag of tricks.
And then I'll pull out a hand grenade,
Your machoism fades away.
But I will not pull out the pin,
Because thats mean!!

With judgement day not far away,
You're sniffing all your days away.
I don't know who to blame,
Is it me or is it you?
Violent death and viruses,
And lack there-of of consciousness.
Another shitty...

My head, it hurts
Each day it's getting worse
My looks and smile
Have now become my curse
Tight lips, red skirt
The neverending street
Big car, little man
My lover for a fee

So if you see me will you just drive on by?
Or will I catch the twinkle inside your eye?
And if you want me well I guess I want you
Oh pretty baby how could you?

Standing in the rain
Milk carton mug-shot baby
Missing since 1983
Standing in the rain
20 years of dirty needles
Raindrops runnin' through my veins

My head it hurts
Each day its getting worse
No sun, my room
Has now become my herse
Cold sores, im beat
Got bruises on my feet
My pride,...

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

I hitched a ride, until the coast
To leave behind, all of my ghosts
Searching for something, I couldn't find at home

Can't get no job, can you spare a dime?
Just one more hit, and I'll be fine
I swear to God, this'll be my one last time!

In a crooked little town, they were lost and never found
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground
Run away before you drown, or the streets will beat you down
Fallen leaves, fallen leaves, fallen leaves... on the ground

When it gets...