Mr.Wendal, that's his name,
no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one
Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum,
until I had the chance to really get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
Take the weakest thing in you
And then beat the bastards with it
And always hold on when you get love
So you can let go when you give it
You wrote your name on a paper and gave it to me
for years in my pocket where no-one could see
How can I change the way that I felt?
I slipped the paper in the pocket of somebody else
Won't you teach me to bear you?