Guilty One Songtext
von Louden Swain

I been through Carolina, north of the border
To the gulf of Mexico
Gary, Indiana, snow in Atlanta
Preventing us to go
Everywhere I see ya, wouldn′t wanna be ya
Haunted by your ghost
But if you got a drink on you
You better raise it for a toast

And it's one, two, three
Let the devil come for me
And it′s four, five, eight
If the barrister believes
The solicitor agrees
And believes me to be the guilty one


I been to Hawaii, scampi in Kuai
Headed for the coast
Got more than over-served, triеd a little herb
When you took mе to the roast
"I never wanted that," you said in a spat
Thought you were talking 'bout me
Then I realized I'm desentisized
And begged you to let me be

And it′s one, two, three
Let the devil come for me
And it′s four, five, eight
If the barrister believes
The solicitor agrees
And believes me to be the guilty one
The guilty one
Okay!

Trouble with the Queen disliked my routine
Spent the night with crisps and whey
Headed for the alley, waited for a lorry
They deported my ass away
I met so many lovely people
Reflected from the globe
(Reflected from the globe)
So don't you waste your time with wannabes
Messing with your hope
Don′t you mess with my hope!


And it's one, two, three
Let the devil come for me
And it′s four, five, eight
If the barrister believes
The solicitor agrees
And it's quatre, cinq, six
And we′re headed down to Nice
From the gates of old Paris
Ah, c'est la vie
For the guilty one
The guilty one
The guilty one

Au revoir, motherfuckas!