Among the dead   We will rise      If you count me out you better think again    You better realize, nah I’m not stopping   This is where I start, this is where I begin   This is where I stop, this is where it ends   Woke up in a downtown street   Tough lifestyle living in rubble   Broken bones broken homes   Broken kid’s living in the jungle   It’s about seven in the east bay cold as hell, middle of the summer   Me and Jesse Matt and Dave Mello - he was the drummer   My momma said you better watch your back boy   Keep your head up and be a shot blocker   On the outside looking in wit the freaks and the thugs and all the punk rockers   They say I’m outta step in this world just step back man I ain't gonna warn ya   Here's a message for the disenfranchised of East bay California      Let me tell you something about the Eastbay its California but it ain’t sunny   All my dreams came crashing down I’m outta home my street got no money   And got no band, and got no one around, the music is gone man   No where to sleep on the ground wondering what the fuck went wrong now   Know what it’s like to walk among the dead?   I’m alone in total isolation   No ones there this is my final destination.    Old man preaching bout war and peace and the path and total damnation   I always seem to get up get out and survive in every situation      Than one day Matt says let's get the band together let's do this one more time   So I’m, ok that sounds good, let’s give it a try, let’s give it one more run   They got no rides   we got drums   we got guitars   we got the songs all night long