Whistleblower

I came down here to sell the drugs you left beneath your bed

I came down here to bend my crooked soul

And I wish you'd have the decency to tell me what they said

'Cause trouble walks beside me, as you know

Oh and if I was a fighter, then a fighter I would be

But the more I fight, the more I'm fought

Oh and if I was a sailor, I would sail across the sea

But the more I dream, the more I know I'm not

The cats upon the rooftops weep, the winter stole the sun

The hour's come of which the poets feed

And I guess that I must stab the eye of someone who's in charge

I say; the more I stab, the less I bleed

Oh and if I was a painter, I would paint the snow all green

I'd stroke the sky to cover up the grey

Oh and if I was a waiter, I'd be waiting for the spring

'Cause trouble walks beside me everyday

Well, I guess that I could love you even when my heart is faint

But I did not come to kiss your broken bones

You'll hear the sound of thunder traveling through the wind

The whistleblower's come to claim his home

Oh and if I was a drinker, I would drink away the blue

But the more I drink, the thirstier I get

Oh and if I was a runner, I would run my way to you

But this trouble's not gonna let me forget