You been caught with your hand in the till
When will you ever learn
If you play with fire, you're gonna burn?
You steal a man from your best friend
Then old Lady Luck will get you in the end
Oh, yes, she will
You walk a tightrope all of your life
You don't even care that it cuts like a knife
Guilty
Guilty and you stand accused
You know that you're guilty
I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
The road you're walking, it'll lead you nowhere
When you look for a friend
You're gonna find there's nobody there
You dance to the rhythm, but you're outta time
You sing a pretty tune
But your words, you know they don't rhyme
If you wanna play mind games, keep 'em to yourself
Hide 'em in the cupboard, don't put 'em on the shelf
Guilty
You're guilty and you stand accused
You know that you're guilty
I guess you were born to lose
Guilty
You stand accused
Guilty
I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
Guilty
Guess you were born to lose
Guess you were born to lose
Guilty, guilty, guilty, guilty
You know that you're guilty
Guilty and you stand accused
Guilty
I wouldn't wanna be in your shoes
Guilty, guilty
Guilty was written by Russ Ballard.
Guilty was produced by John Stanley & Russ Ballard.