Guilty as a Saint Songtext
von Chuck Prophet

I was just an altar boy
Until I lost my way
I signed up for the war
To see who I could save

Oh but baby
I′m back on the street
My face a little longer
My mind on repeat

Guilty as a saint
Darkness was my enemy
The dark was my friend
I was a connoisseur
With my own blend


Well one day the light fell on my face
I began to moan
Six billion people in the world
And I sleep alone

Guilty as a saint
Guilty as a senator
Guilty as a judge
Sorry I couldn't be the man I never was

I wandered through the wind and rain
My head in my hands
I had nowhere to free my mind
Nowhere to even stand

Well then I met an angel
Right here on the street
She couldn′t play the harp at all
Or even keep a beat

Guilty as a saint
Guilty as a saint