I got something in my shoe ...

Everybody knows... but no-one's saying nothing And it's a sound so very loud ... that no-one can hear I got something in my shoe ... it's keeping me from walkingDown the long and winding road ... back home to youAround this town you've ceased to be That's what you get for sleeping with the enemyWhere angels fly you won't playSo guess who's gonna take the blame for ... My big mouth, my big name Who'll put on my shoes while they're walkingSlowly down the hall of fameInto my big mouth you could fly a planeWho'll put on my shoes while they're walking Slowly down the hall of fameI ain't never spoke to GodAnd I ain't never been to heavenBut you assumed I knew the wayEven though the map was givenAnd as you look into the eyes Of a bloody cold assasinOnly then you'll realizeWith who's life you have been messin'