You know what it is
Walking down the corridor
In a introverted gaze
He said, watch out

The night is young
He sent the soldiers home
Much to their dismay
All except the guilty ones

Time to teach a lesson
With the six-string and the sticks
That he was still the master
And not some magic trick, no

Uh
Hammered
Step into a phone booth
All in illusion, die

The truth comes out
To acknowledge or deny
Movie stars and bank tellers
Single moms and her drunk fellows

Some easier to tease, some harder to please
Stinky child, oh, yeah
The whisperings of tyrants
Their sounds are so unheard

He's marching with them over
Without a single word
Watch him now
Watch him now

Uh
Yeah, that's it
Kill him now
Oh

Yeah
Generation to generation
Let it be upheld
Who I really am

Only time will tell
To the almighty light force
That grows stronger with every course
Yes, give praise, let she be alone

The guilty ones
Oh
Come on
Behold the damning star

Walking down a corridor
The battle has been won
All hail to the matador
Give praise to the Sun

The guilty ones
The guilty ones
The guilty ones
The guilty ones

Go!
Go!
Go now
Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah