you wear the cloth of finest lands the touch of women the toil of hands
undress me now before i bend from the weight of everyman
when i\'m walking through this world i need to hold your hand let me take you on this ride i hope you understand i\'m not asking for a compromise
now you defend exhume begin again it\'s the riddle of a skeleton
we\'re all diseased so count the coup i can\'t image stopping you
when i\'m walking through this world i need to hold your hand let me take you on this ride i hope you understand i\'m not asking for a compromise
so the earth we scorch we breath find some comfort on our knees
you find your worth in words that wind pleasures i don\'t comprehend
when i\'m walking trough this world i need to hold your hand let me take you on this ride i hope you understand i\'m not asking for a compromise asking for a compro asking for a compromise
