Still your guilty heart. It's the same every time, You try to justify your Crime. Shame won't dissolve. Even chemicals and sleep Won't erase the memory. Yes, I'm sure. This is the one to carry us All Out of the fire of our soul This is the truth. We've got it for you To give it to everyone you Know. Sad, make believe It's a strange trait that I see, Exchanging life for misery. Here is the son. Merciful this mystery, Is a pardon from a king (Garcia)