Wounded

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

And how late the murderer
Who lost his knife
And how safe the colonist
Behind his pride

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

And how holy the Vatican
With all its wealth
And how goddamn 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