You know what it is

Yeah!

Oh, oh

Walking down a corridor

In an introverted daze

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

Oh

Hear me now

Step into a phone booth

Where all illusions die

The truth comes out

To acknowledge or deny

Movie stars and bank tellers

Single moms and the drunk fellas

Some easier to tease, some harder to please

Still he tries (oh yeah)

The whispering of tyrants

Their selves are going heard

He's marching with them over

Without a single word

Watch him now

Ooh, watch him go

Watch him now

Uh

Yeah, that's it

Oh

Guilty ones

Oh

Yeah

Generation to generation

Let it be upheld

Who I really am

Only time will tell

To the almighty life force

That grows stronger with every course

Yes, give praise lest she be among

The guilty ones

Oh

Come on

Behold the damaged ones

Walking down a corridor

The battle has been won

All hail to the matadors

That give praise to the sun

The guilty ones

The guilty ones

The guilty ones

The guilty ones

Go!

(Na-na-na) oh yeah

Oh yeah (na-na)