LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Guilty Ones
You know what it isYeah!Walking down a corridorIn an introverted dazeHe said, "Watch out, the night is young"He sent the soldiers homeMuch to their dismayAll except the guilty onesTime to teach a lessonWith the six-string and the sticksThat he was still the masterAnd not some magic trick, noHear me nowStep into a phone boothWhere all illusions dieThe truth comes outTo acknowledge or denyMovie stars and bank tellersSingle moms and the drunk fellasSome easier to tease, some harder to pleaseStill he tries (oh yeah)The whispering of tyrantsTheir selves are going heardHe's marching with them overWithout a single wordWatch him nowOoh, watch him goWatch him nowYeah, that's itGuilty onesYeahGeneration to generationLet it be upheldWho I really amOnly time will tellTo the almighty life forceThat grows stronger with every courseYes, give praise lest she be amongThe guilty onesCome onBehold the damaged onesWalking down a corridorThe battle has been wonAll hail to the matadorsThat give praise to the sunThe guilty onesThe guilty onesThe guilty onesThe guilty ones(Na-na-na) oh yeahOh yeah (na-na)
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