What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

I know who I am, I am an evil man The blade I swing is black as night Black as my soulless heart It bears the burden of many lives But I don't feel remorse I lent my sword to anyone Willing to pay the price No regrets for what I've done A mercenary's life

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

Won't somebody tell me Answer if you can Tell me what is the soul of a man? Was teaching the lawyers and the doctors I'm going to ask the question Please answer if you can Is there anybody's children can tell me What is the soul of a man? I've travelled

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

What my heart needs is a woman's touch A tender hand to fix it up Its rough and ragged edges sure could use some love Lately I've been lookin' through the windows of my soul And I can see there's not much left to hold Just an empty space surrounded by

I am the chosen next in line Rip the souls, born to die Send to slaughter your mankind No reason for you to try Let me tell you to try What did you tell you Another day goes by Tell me why does So this is why