Our house, undone by flood and drought
Our house, frozen, thawed, then burnt down
Our house, the sirens of cops echo its doubt
Our home
Where I'm unknown
None of it reason why I roam

So scared to speak or turn another phrase
Hope you’re well-fed
But where is your head?
What's gone to your head?
Nickel and lead
Nickel and lead

Homemade, red-blooded city kids unfazed
Tickle and ingrain
Fences built from cityscapes
Homemadе, stripping like lead-chip paint
Our home in mеntal brace from old nickel necklet chains

And now it seems we're cut from the same cloth
Won’t tie you off
Words in your head poison the bread
Nickel and lead
Nickel and lead
You could be loved
You could be loved
You could be loved

My girl, empathic and pure of heart
My aim is also true
I'll be here when you get through
This self-proposed exile from our home
A failure to lead a family in grief through legacy bends
Nickel and lead
Nickel and lead