Walking Wounded
I'm walking wounded again
I'm walking wounded again
I've got gravel in my pockets from the places I've been
And the soles in my shoes, they are paper-thin
I'm walking wounded
like a fox in a snare
I feel respected, caught up in your plan
Now I'm walking wounded again
Don't know how much longer this can maintain
Let me go into the darkness
Just let me learn from all the things there
Because I'm walking wounded again
I'm walking wounded again
It's been forty days and forty nights of bad road
If the bible is right: the world will explode
I crossed Obama, Osama and Saddam Hussein
I took some cars, some busses, even hopped the train
And now I'm walking wounded again
Don't know how much longer this can maintain
Let me go into the darkness
Just let me learn from all the things there
Don't stop, don't stop living in the red
I said: Don't stop, don't stop living in the red
Because I'm crawling to target
Because I'm walking wounded
Gravel in my pockets from the places I've been
And the soles in my shoes they are paper-thin
I'm walking wounded
Like a fox in a snare
I feel respected, caught up in your plan
Now I'm walking wounded again
Don't know how much longer this can maintain
Let me go into the darkness
Just let me learn from all the things there
Don't stop, don't stop living in the red
I said: Don't stop don't stop living in the red
Because I'm crawling to target
Because I'm walking wounded
I'm walking wounded again
I've got gravel in my pockets from the places I've been
And the soles in my shoes, they are paper-thin
I'm walking wounded
like a fox in a snare
I feel respected, caught up in your plan
Now I'm walking wounded again
Don't know how much longer this can maintain
Let me go into the darkness
Just let me learn from all the things there
Because I'm walking wounded again
I'm walking wounded again
It's been forty days and forty nights of bad road
If the bible is right: the world will explode
I crossed Obama, Osama and Saddam Hussein
I took some cars, some busses, even hopped the train
And now I'm walking wounded again
Don't know how much longer this can maintain
Let me go into the darkness
Just let me learn from all the things there
Don't stop, don't stop living in the red
I said: Don't stop, don't stop living in the red
Because I'm crawling to target
Because I'm walking wounded
Gravel in my pockets from the places I've been
And the soles in my shoes they are paper-thin
I'm walking wounded
Like a fox in a snare
I feel respected, caught up in your plan
Now I'm walking wounded again
Don't know how much longer this can maintain
Let me go into the darkness
Just let me learn from all the things there
Don't stop, don't stop living in the red
I said: Don't stop don't stop living in the red
Because I'm crawling to target
Because I'm walking wounded
Credits
Writer(s): Tom Van Laere
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