The Saint of Lost Causes

I'm a bad dream, I'm not a nightmare, I'm too goody for that
Let's just say, "I'm the last thing you wanna see coming"
I'm the reason they say, "Watch your back
But, for so long, I was like a wounded hound, backed into a chainlink fence

The world at large, was just a big, mean kid
Poking me through the fence with a stick
Ain't nobody goin' back
It takes a whole lotta hurt
Paralyze one of life's biggest lessons
Ain't got nothing to do with dessert
Just pray to the saint of lost causes

Now it's a cruel world, but, it ain't hard to understand
You got your sheep, got your shepherds, got your wolves amongst men

It can be hard to tell
You might find a wolf in shepherd's clothes
And now, and then, you're gonna find sheep in amongst all those troubled souls

You know the folks that's most afraid of the wolf?
If you really stop and think
Throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd, who do you think has killed more sheep?

Nah, there's nothing can be done
It's just the way it goes
First you get bad, then, you get mean
Then there's nothing left but, to grow cold
And pray to the saint of lost causes

Some will say "I've got no feeling, no heart, and surely no shame"
Truth is that, this has been with me so long, that I, I must admit I kinda like the pain

How many encounters do you ever have?
But again, how many wolves you ever seen?
You got about as much chance of seeing one of them, as you do running into me
Still take nothing for granted

Might live on the best block in Beverly Hills
Be sure you lock up tight at night
'Cause, you know poor folks ain't got nothing to steal
Just pray to the saint of lost causes