Text: Finger Eleven. Greyest Of Blue Skies. Walking In My Shoes.

I would tell you about the things
They put me through
The pain I've been 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 looking for the absolution
Or forgiveness for the things I do
But before we come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I've kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

Morality would frown upon
And decency look down upon
The scapegoat fate's made of me

But I'll tell you now, my judge and jurors
Intentions couldn't have been purer
My case is easy to see

I'm not looking for a clearer conscience
Peace of mind after what I've been through
And before we talk of any repentance
Try walking in my shoes
And try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I've kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my

Now I'm not looking for the absolution
Or forgiveness for the things I do
But before you come to any conclusions
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I've kept
If you try walking in my shoes

You'll stumble in my footsteps
Keep the same appointments I've kept
If you try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes
Try walking in my shoes