"Guilty"

I was dreaming something dark,
Hiding body parts.
A broken dog, a broken leg,
I left it cold, I left it dead.

Oh I'm a guilty one,
And know what I have done.
Yeah, I'm a troubled one,
And I won't be forgiven.

Guilty on the run,
And I know what I have done.
Guilty on the run,
And I'm never forgiven.

I was just a kid,
That you could not forgive,
Because it's harder.

I was just a kid,
And all I really wanted,
Was my father.

I killed a dog so smart and rare.
Touched his techni-coloured hair.
I left it bruised and black and lame.
I left it running full of shame.

Oh I'm a guilty one,
And know what I have done.
Yeah,...

Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex
Yeah
Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex
(La la la)

Nothing is provocative anymore
Even for kids
No room for imagining
'Cause everyone's seen everything
Question what the TV tells you
Question what a pop star sells you
Question mom and question dad
Question good and question bad

If history could set you free (from who you were supposed to be)
If sex in our society (didn't tell a girl who she would be)
'Cause all my life I've tried to fight what history has given me

Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex
Yeah
Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex
(La la la)...

I was dreaming something dark
Hiding body parts
A broken dog, a broken leg
I left it cold, I left it dead

Oh I'm a guilty one,
And know what I have done.
Yeah, I'm a troubled one,
And I won't be forgiven.

Guilty on the run
And I know what I have done
Guilty on the run
And I'm never forgiven

I was just a kid
That you could not forgive
Because it's harder

I was just a kid
And all I really wanted was my father

killed a dog so small and rare,
touched it's technicolored hair.
i left it bruised and black and lame.
i left it running full of shame.

Oh I'm a guilty one,
And know what I have done.
Yeah, I'm a troubled one,...

V1
I've seen seasons come and go
From winter sun to summer snow
This ain’t my first time at the rodeo

V2
Nature ain’t a fruit machine
She's gotta keep her credits clean
Good things come to those who wait
But I ain’t in a patient phase

INTERLUDE
It's summer time and I hang on a vine
They’re gonna make me into sweet red wine
Hanging around like a fruit on a tree
Waiting to be picked, come on cut me free

PRE
Come on fill your cup up
Looking for some good luck
Good luck, good luck to you
Hanging like a fruit
Ready to be juiced
Juiced, juiced

CHORUS
Living La Dolce Vita
Life couldn't get much sweeter
Don't you...