Scotch Broom (The Man in Question)

No scruple is big enough for me
I've no common cause
It's a headline but it's boring
It's not enough to give me pause

Finally free of thought and worry
I've sabotaged the dam

Living in the middle of the road might get me killed
But I'll stroll that dividing line over and over
Until death comes so quickly I don't even feel it

Finally free of love or sorrow
I've cut my nerves out one by one by one

The anchor that held me in place
Is whipped out of shape, off of the seafloor

No warning signs, no time to think
No grace period, no little wink
No exit route, no secret door
No way to figure out before
No lines of contact in reserve
And no way ahead of the curve
No countermeasures, no delay
No reinforcements on the way

Always dish, never take
Find an outlet for the ache
Never settled, no we're not
Find a vacant spot in the parking lot
No warning signs, no time to think
No grace period, no little wink
No exit route, no secret door
No way to figure out before



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Adams
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