Walking In My Shoes (New York Rehearsal) Songtext / Lyric

I would say 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 absolution

Forgiveness for the things I do

But before you come to any conclusions

Try walking in my shoes



You'll stumble in my footsteps

If you try walking in my shoes



Now I'm not looking for absolution

Forgiveness for the things I do

But before you come to any conclusions

Try walking in my shoes



You'll stumble in my footsteps

Keep the same appointments I kept

If you try walking in my shoes



You'll stumble in my footsteps

Keep the same appointments I kept

If you try walking in my shoes