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

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

I would but I'm heart sick
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.