Words and Music: Amy Ray
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
You defend, exhume, begin again
It's the riddle of a skeleton
We're all diseased so count the coupe
I can't imagine 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 breathe
Find some comfort on our knees
You find your worth in words that wind
Pleasures I don't comprehend
When I'm walking through this world I need to hold your hand
Let me take you on this ride I hope you understand
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