If you run out of time will you walk through the door Close it behind leave it all on the floor Leaving none to find What makes him a man? Is it his love for drugs, or his love for the land? Stung by the ocean of love Will he live for himself, or throw it all above? Cuz I can't help these guilty pleasures Even if it's for myself Yeah I'm gone, gone, gone out the window Yeah I'm gone, gone, gone, gone out the window Yeah I'm gone, gone, gone in the wind Gone, gone, I'm gone out the window Cuz I can't help these guilty pleasures Even if it's all for myself Cuz I can't help these guilty pleasures Even if it's all for myself Cuz the low is lonely And the high is low So take your bong and smoke it And while you're takin' a shit, go write yourself a song Cuz I can't help these guilty pleasures Even if it's for myself Guilty Pleasure Ahhhh!