Tornadoes and Holidays

If you wanna be alive on the 4th don't buy a 5th on the 3rd That's what they told us kids in Michigan Every year there's one who don't listen Tornadoes and holidays All the chaos of our younger days The shooting and the shouting And all of the other things you left me to So come on dear season, I'm a praying man I'm pushing out Bibles in every empty hand Cause faith is the only shot left for me When I can't tell an antler from the branch of a tree I was out chasing yellow lights, dead of night like we used to do But I caught a red one in front of a black and white Now I got one call and I'm calling you Tornadoes and holidays All the chaos of our younger days The shooting and the shouting And all of the other things you left me to So come on dear season, I'm a praying man I'm pushing out Bibles in every empty hand Cause faith is the only shot left for me When I can't tell an antler from the branch of a tree Tornadoes and holidays All the chaos of our younger days The shooting and the shouting And all of the other things you left me to