Scoundrel Days

was thet somebody screaming...

it wasn´t me for sure

i lift my head up from uneasy pillows

put my feet on the floor

cut my wirst on a bad thought

and head for the door

outside on the pavement

the dark makes 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 choise...

and see...as our lives are in the making

we believe through the lies and hating

that love goes free through scoundrel days

and see...

for what of an option i run the wind round

i dream picture of houses burning never knowing

nothing else to do

with death comes the morning unannounced and new

with death comes the morning unannounced and new

scoundrel days...

was it too much to ask for

to pull a little weight

they forgive anything but greatness

these are scoundrel days...

and see...as our lives are in the making

we believe through the lies and hating

that love goes free through scoundrel days

and i´m close to calling out their names

as pride hits my face

i reached 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 air