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