Mountain Goats, The
Prowl Great Cain
Gather jewels from graveyards, when I get home bury them againWonder if you'll ever get the chance to ask me why I turned you inI saved my own skin but I live to fight, I live to fight another dayStill remember how brave you were when they came to take you awayAnd I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamedProwl through empty fields, great CainThought I'd seen the ghost up on the boulevard, between the broken bitsIt's hard to tell gifts of the spirit from clever counterfeits. Sleepwalk through my days and mark the hours until these dark times fadeLike a caterpillar crawling out along the surface of the bladeAnd I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamedProwl through empty fields, great CainRummage through the gutted storehouse nowAnd lick the sweat from my browSaw the trucks roll out this morning, not sure when they're coming back againFeel the prickings of my conscience in my chest ever now and thenSometimes a great wave of forgetfulness rises up and blesses meAnd other times the sickness howls and I despair of any remedyAnd I feel guilty but I can't feel ashamedProwl through empty fields, great Cain
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