Wounded

I would but I'm wounded And so justified If I could but I'm on will God knows I've tried And how late, the murderer Whom lost his knife And how safe, the collumnist Behind his pride And I would but I'm heartsick And cannot stand I would but you know me I'm half a mess And how holy the Vatican With all its wealth And how God damn hard it is To drink your health And how fervent the weakness Of human skin And how hard I've tried, my love To let you in I would but I'm wounded