Walking In My Shoes Finger Eleven

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