I woul tell you about the things
They put my trough
The pain i`ve be subjected to
But the Lord himself would blush
The countless feasts laid at my feet
Forbidden fruits for me to eat
But i think your pulse would start to rush
Now i`m not loocking for absolution
Forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusion
Try walking in my shoes
Try wlaking in my shoes
You`ll stamble in my foosteps
Keep the the same appointments I kept
If you try wlaking in my shoes
If you try walking in my shoes
(Intro)
Now i`m not looking for absolution
Forgiviness for the things i do