Scoundrel Days

Was that somebody screaming,

it wasn't me for sure

i lift my head up from uneasy pillows

put my feet on the floor

cut my wrist on a bad thought

and head for the door



Outside on the pavement

the dark makes no noise

i can feel the sweet on my lips

leaking into my mouth

i'm heading out for the steep hills

they're leaving me no choice



and see,as our lives are in the making

we believe through the lies and the hating

that love goes free



for want of an option

i run the wind 'round

i dream pictures of houses burning

nver knowing nothing else to do

wth death comes the morning,

unannounced and new



was it too much to ask for

to pull a little weight,

they forgive anything, but greatness

these are scoundrel days

and I'm close to calling out their names

as pride hits my face



see,

as our lives are in the making

we believe through their lies and the hating

that love goes free



I reach the edge of town

i've got blood in my hair

their hands touch my body

from everywhere

but I know that I've made it

as I run into the air



and see,

as our lives are in the making

we believe through their lies and the hating

that love goes free

through scoundrel days