The Ill-Fitting Garibaldis - The Chronicle Of Steve lyrics

If you lost the taste For a life that you wanted And followed my dreams For a life unsupported By alibis and lies And all the stupid excuses For a lifestyle so dishonest Could you take it? Would you twist it and bend it To make it your own Would you take all the chances That life can throw Could you build yourself up After one big defeat Or would you leave it to smoulder In the hot summer heat Would you hold up your hand To admit your mistake Or would it be too hard To big a chance too take A large punishment for An honest mistake I am not the best Example of this I am not the best Example of this I can make all my dreams But I cannot follow them They take me to places That make me feel so hollow They all make me feel So empty inside That I cannot deny That I can't hide I will put up my own hands For my own mistakes I point out all my weaknesses So that you can take You may have my whole body But you can't take my place Could you be the better man So courteous and bold Could you give to the beggar Whose life's worse than your own Could you give mercy to a man Who begs for forgiveness Could your love In health and in sickness?