You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I don't wanna wake up from you (turn the lights on) Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody, pinch me--your love's too good to be true (turn the lights on) My guilty pleasure--I ain't

(Jailbreak) All in the name of liberty There was a friend of mine on murder And the judge's gavel fell Jury found him guilty Gave him sixteen years in hell He said "I ain't spending my life here I ain't livin' alone

(Jailbreak) All in the name of liberty There was a friend of mine on murder And the judge's gavel fell Jury found him guilty Gave him sixteen years in hell He said "I ain't spending my life here I ain't livin' alone

I say your name I say I'm sorry It's nobody's fault No guilty party I just got nothing, nothing left to say It all, all catches up to me all the time You're sleeping night and day How d'you do it? Me I am wide awake

And I'll feel a guilty conscience grow She burns like the sun, and I can't look away She'll burn our horizons, make no mistake And I'll hide from the world behind a broken frame And I'll burn forever, I can't face the shame Come waste your millions here,

How can it be You plead my cause You right my wrongs You break my chains You overcome You gave Your life To give me mine You say that I am free I am guilty

It just comes back to me So why must it be Chaos lives in everything Trapped inside a dream It all comes back to me And it’s not fate Everything’s just fine Now I’m guilty, not ashamed Got this thing attached to me, throw it all away

Be careful who you tell. Whoa! (Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!) Waiting on a bloodline It's water under the bridge 'Cause you gotta look her in the eye, And you gotta love your way of life. 'Cause you got a guilty filthy soul Don't you know it's out of your control?

You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame Guilty all the same Tell us all again Show us all again What you think we should be What the answers are

I did what I did One wrong turn on Bourbon Cuts like the knives of New Orleans Tonight, a bleeding memory Is tomorrow's guilty vein Your auburn hair on a faraway sea wall Screams across the Pontchartrain I'm haunted by headlights And a crescent city