All life is a mystery. All things come to he who waits. All things just a twist of fate. It's just a state of mind. All your time is not your own. It's real hard to find out why. It's real hard to say good-bye. To move on down the line.... Both your eyes wide open. You see the shape I'm in. It wasn't of my choosing. It's only bones and skin. And I will plead no contest. If loving you's a crime. So go on and find me guilty. Just one more fucking time. All your life is in your head. All you dreams are in your sleep. And if your dreams are hid too deep. They're just a waste of time. When you try to chase the dream. You never seem to know the time. You never recognize the signs. And nothing's what it seems. Both your eyes wide open. You see the shape I'm in. It wasn't of my choosing. It's only bones and skin. And I will plead no contest. If loving you's a crime. So go on and find me guilty. Just one more fucking time. And if I would have been a bad man. You would have seen the good in me. You would have seen the other. The good man I could be. But since I am a good man. The same was all the same. Nothing I could do nothing I could do. All life is a mystery. All things pass you by in time. All things just a perfect crime. It's just the way we are. All instincts let you down. It's not a case of love in vain. It's not a case of love insane. It's enough to break your heart. Both your eyes wide open. You see the shape I'm in. It wasn't my idea. That I be the one to sin. And so all those years together. Weren't worth a fucking dime. So go on and find me guilty. Just one more fucking time. And so all our years together. Weren't worth a fucking dime. So go on and find me guilty. Just one more fucking time. And so all our years together. Weren't worth a fucking dime. So go on and find me guilty. Just one more fucking time.