There's a young world standing strong in the tide With vision not so blinding yet Anger, just one chance that we get In the rain In the rain In the rain In the rain With the blood on the nightsticks, a new mark is made The terror evaporates Oh, in the rain In the rain coming down on a new day Dust to dust, a violation of trust, justice That maybe somebody someday will understand We didn't live and die in vain The voices of the people will come down like rain Like rain Like rain We're like rain We're like rain And though there's blood on the nightsticks, it's never too late The streets are burning bright in the light of the flames Of the flames New suns for a new day Broken faces, plastic nerves Selling the passion to rot in the suburbs Plastic faces, broken nerves Selling the passion, we rot in the suburbs The world's in traction, do all our shots miss? From action to fashion, we rot in the office A world in traction where all our shots miss From action to fashion, we rot in the office Rot in the office Rot in the office World in traction From action to fashion But we're not gonna rot Building Babylon with our life and death So we spit and run One voice, one breath Spit and run One voice, one breath Spit and run