Wounded World

living in a wounded world, pain is a fact of life
try to make sense, while you sit on the fence
and the fence is a knife

lookin’ through wounded eyes, always on alert
stranger lookin’ at you but you don’t look back
’cause somebody might get hurt

thinking with a wounded mind, strung to a puppeteer
you got it from your parents, who got it from theirs
and it’ll never disappear

traveling a wounded highway with no way to get off
miles just fly past, but you’re runnin’ out of gas
and the engine starts to cough

see the hound of the Baskervilles, oh that great big
beautiful dog
wrap it in chains, beat out its brains
let it loose in the fog

watch it kill go someone, how they trained it to do
like a kid with the gun who runs to the drum
you would do it too

living in a wounded world, scars all over my heart
change in the weather, try to keep it together
but it just keeps fallin’ apart

maybe one of these days but what do i know
tie your dream up tight the tail of a kite
and let the wind blow