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 columnist

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