Scoundrel Days
Was that somebody screaming...It wasn't me for sureI lift my head up from uneasy pillowsPut my feet on the floorCut my wrist on a bad thoughtand head for the door
Outside on the pavementthe dark makes no noiseI can feel the sweat on my lipsleaking into my mouthI'm heading out for the steep hillsThey're leaving me no choice
And see... as our lives are in the making;we believe through the lies and the hatingthat love goes free
For want of an optionI run the wind 'roundI dream pictures of houses burningNever knowing nothing else to doWith death comes the morning -unannounced and new
Was it too much to ask forto pull a little weight...They forgive anything, but greatnessThese are scoundrel daysAnd I'm close to calling out their namesas pride hits my face
See... as our lives are in the making;we believe through their lies and the hatingthat love goes free through scoundrel days
I reach the edge of townI've got blood in my hairTheir hands touch my bodyfrom everywhereBut I know that I've made itas I run into the air
And see... as our lives are in the making;we believe through the lies and the hatingthat love goes freethrough scoundrel days