Guilty

Just tried to have fun, raised hell and then some I'm a dirt-talkin', beer drinkin', woman chasin' minister's son Slap on the make-up and blast out the music Wake up the neighbors with a roar Like a teenage heavy metal elephant gun If you call that guilty, then that's what I am I'm guilty, I'm guilty I like driving too fast, love going too far It seems the law's on my ass Every time I stick it out of the door If you call that guilty, then that's what I am I'm guilty, I'm guilty Bad boy on a summer night When the heat makes me mean And I wanna fight with my pedal to the metal And I do what I want to do Bad girls make me feel all right When it's hot and they start screaming in the night Golly gee, it's wrong to be so guilty I'm guilty, guilty, I'm guilty My conscience is on vacation in acute degeneration Willpower has sunk to all-time low If you call that guilty, well, I guess I am I'm guilty, I'm guilty If you call that guilty, then that's what I am I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty, I'm guilty Well, I'm guilty, yeah, I'm guilty I don't care, I'm guilty I think I've been framed anyway They said I'm guilty, I'm guilty They're guilty and everyone is guilty