Seven Deadly Sins
From the album Natalie Merchant
Well, of all those seven deadly sins I wore around my neck for him: Hunger, Anger, Lust and Greed, Envy, Pride and Jealousy— There was one, I guess, that was the worst of all, that gave a little push, started the fall from grace that I took so hard, I took so long, so long and far. But I just couldn’t spend me another night in the cold, cold bed of the butcher’s wife, so afraid to fall asleep, afraid to wake and afraid to dream. No, I just couldn’t stay, I couldn’t wait it out and bite my tongue for another hour, one more endless day, day after night and night after day.
Well, it’s been a two-year stint in no man’s land. Nobody here really gives a damn; so why can’t we call it a draw in the bloody war to end all wars? In the bloody war—
Well, I’m far too quick with the poison pen and I can’t believe I’m writing again after all these goddamned years. And someday when the ghosts have all gone home and it’s far too late to be rattling bones, then will you lay me down, lay me down? Oh, will you let it be? Such a bloody war—
Natalie Merchant / Indian Love Bride ©2014