Came in the backside of a dead boy’s street,
With an itch in my heart and a mean bad streak,
I wasn’t innocent, I was wild, both man and a child,
And I crawled into your arms with a guilty smile,
I stand accused of a crime,
It’s the truth, I ain’t lying.
This is my confession of love,
This is my... my... my confession of love.
I got down to the floor upon my bended knee,
I raised my hands through the sky,
Praying, “Lord, please, please, please,”
Oh, they wasted me, son, they wasted me good,
Yes, the had me in their hands,
But you picked me up when they had me down,
When all was left was half a man,
I stand accused of a crime,
It’s the truth, I ain’t lying.
This is my confession of love,
This is my... my... my confession of love, love,
This is my confession of love,
This is my... my... my confession of love, love, love.
Well, I came to the end of that dead man’s street,
With a heart full of soul where a tomb used to be,
Said, I came to the end of the dead man’s street,
With a heart full of soul where a tomb used to be,
I stand accused of a crime,
It’s the truth, I ain’t lying.
This is my confession of love,
This is my... my... my confession of love, love, love,
This is my confession of love,
This is my... my... my confession of love, love, love.
This is my confession of love,
I say, yeah, yeah, yeah.
