Whistleblower

I came down here to sell the drugs you hid 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 hours 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 every day 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