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
