I was walking with my feet   A disposition fell over me   And the armory wall was bleeding   The restless child was reading      I was swimming, could hardly stand   The swimming hour was at hand   And the fishes they were feeding   Lambs they were bleating      Ooh, I walk slowly   Ooh, I walk slowly   I walk slowly   When I walk away from you      I'm feeling bad, I'm looking bad   I feel and look so bad   Some might say   Yours truly, is soaking his head      So I say   So I say there's apprehension   And inhibition   All contributions, to my, to my attrition      No, and it happened long ago   These things these things, these things   That make me walk so darn slow   Slow