All these years I've been searching
For who I'm supposed to be
All that time I've been wasting
'cause I was right in front of me
Oh, it's a crooked old tradition
But in all this trouble I've met
I haven't got one single regret, no
Oh, I'm a hopeless crash collision
'Cause I'm a hostage to my pride
I've been a saint, I've been the truth,
Oh, it's a crooked old tradition
But in all this trouble I've met
I haven't got one single regret, no