If I said you were evil
You´d knock me off my feet
If I said you´re a good girl
You´d bore me off my seat
You´ll never see me walking
Down a guilty middle-class street
I´m frequently appalled
By them pretending to be poor men

I´d give you all I can now
I don´t have enough arms for you
Ask the people with the real cash
Institutions who are taking yours and mine

I won´t feel guilty, I won´t feel bad
I won´t feel guilty, I won´t feel bad

It´s written in the books
In the literature that I´ve read
Temporary blindness
Breezing through the fog again
You´ll never see me walking
Down a guilty middle-class street
I´m frequently appalled
By them pretending to be poor men

I´d give you all I can now
I don´t have enough arms for you
Ask the people with the real cash
Institutions who are taking yours and mine

I won´t feel guilty, I won´t feel bad
I won´t feel guilty, I won´t feel bad

I never get enough of it

I won´t feel guilty, I won´t feel bad
I won´t feel guilty, I won´t feel bad

Bad Bad Bad!!!