Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase

And I lug it around everywhere I go

And I look like Buster Keaton with a stone face

Cause I don't want my package to show



Now a broken promise

Is a powerful thing

It fits in that keyhole

And makes the front door swing

Then it holds you down

To watch what it will bring



Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase

And I lug it around everywhere I go

And I almost fool myself with a poker face

Cause I don't want my guilt to show



Even when I'm sleeping

There's a god-awful sound

It sits on my head

With the weight of a crown

I start hearing other voices

One too many choices



Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase

And I lug it around everywhere I go

And I look like Buster Keaton with a stone face