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Another guilty white boy, won't you turn me in?
Always had it easy, charge me for my sins

Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus, oh, ?cos I'm guilty
Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus, oh, ?cos I'm, ooh, guilty

Broken bones and bruises, daddy brought the ball this far
But living on his shoulders, he passed it with his car

I've been through the little league, a nine years old in the social arena
Oh baby, gonna beat, beat, beat ?em, ?cos I'm guilty
I've been through the little league, a nine years old in the social arena
Oh baby, gonna beat, beat, beat ?em, ?cos I'm guilty

Always had it easy, my future's in the mail
Every reason to succeed, every chance to fail
Ain't got nothing on nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

If I found that opportunity, I lost my soul
Grandpa saw World War II, old man saw Vietnam
I spent my allowance just to see Mauthausen
And now I'm guilty

I've been through the little league, a nine years old in the social arena
Oh baby, gonna beat, beat, beat ?em, well, I'm guilty
Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields
Through the back of a bus, oh, ?cos I'm guilty

You wonder why we fall on top of everyone
You wonder why we're no fun
?Cos we're guilty
Another guilty white boy, won't you turn me in?   Always had it easy, charge me for my sins      Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields   Through the back of a bus, oh, ?cos I'm guilty   Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields   Through the back of a bus, oh, ?cos I'm, ooh, guilty      Broken bones and bruises, daddy brought the ball this far   But living on his shoulders, he passed it with his car      I've been through the little league, a nine years old in the social arena   Oh baby, gonna beat, beat, beat ?em, ?cos I'm guilty   I've been through the little league, a nine years old in the social arena   Oh baby, gonna beat, beat, beat ?em, ?cos I'm guilty      Always had it easy, my future's in the mail   Every reason to succeed, every chance to fail   Ain't got nothing on nobody, no, no, no, no, no, no, no      If I found that opportunity, I lost my soul   Grandpa saw World War II, old man saw Vietnam   I spent my allowance just to see Mauthausen   And now I'm guilty      I've been through the little league, a nine years old in the social arena   Oh baby, gonna beat, beat, beat ?em, well, I'm guilty   Ain't been through the slavery, ain't been through the cotton fields   Through the back of a bus, oh, ?cos I'm guilty      You wonder why we fall on top of everyone   You wonder why we're no fun   ?Cos we're guilty
 
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