So you knew that is was wrong
And you did it anyway
Knew there'd be a price
You had no intent to pay
You scrubbed those hands of grime
And turned the other cheek
Thought you'd be rid of all of this
Within the coming week
But times been marching on
With this nipping at the heels
Would you still give anything
To relinquish all this guilt
Oh, ask your soul
To stop on by sometime
Oh, ask your soul
To justify your crime
Oh, ask your soul
To claim you back you're mine
But this old soul
Just spins around in rhyme
This old soul
Just keeps questioning you
Why