Chuck Prophet - Guilty as a saint

^DI was just an alter boy... t^Cil I lost my w^Day ^DSigned up for the war... ^Cto see who I could s^Dave ^GOh but baby ^EmI’m back on the street ^GMy face a little longer my m^Emind on repe^Dat ^CGuilty as a s^Daint

^DDarkness was my enemy... ^Cthe dark was m^Dy friend ^DI was a connoisseur... w^Cith my own ble^Dnd Well one ^Gday the light fell on my face ^EmI began to moan Six bi^Gllion people in the world and ^EmI sleep alo^Dne ^CGuilty as a s^Daint

^GGuilty as a senator, gu^Ailty as a judge ^BmSorry I couldn’t be the man ^GI never was ^Gm

^DI wandered through the wind and rain... m^Cy head in my h^Dands ^DI had nowhere to free my mind... no^Cwhere to even ^Dstand Well t^Ghen I met an angel ^Emright here on the street She co^Guldn’t play the harp at all or e^Emven keep a ^Dbeat ^CGuilty as a s^Daint ^CGuilty as a s^Daint