Wounded

I would but I'm wounded
And so justified
If I could but I'm on will
God knows I've tried

I'm named the murderer
Who lost his knife
How save the collumnist
Behind his pride

I would but I'm heartsick
And cannot stand
I would but you know me
I'm half a man

Our home'll be the vatican
With all its wealth
How God damn hard it is
To enthrall your health
How further the weakness
Of human skin

And how hard I've tried my love
To let you in

I would but I'm wounded