Guilt In A Suitcase

Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
 And I lug it around everywhere I go
 And I look like buster keaton with a stone face
 Cause I don't want my package to show
 Now a broken promise
 Is a powerful thing
 It fits in that keyhole
 And makes the front door swing
 Then it holds you down
 To watch what it will bring
 Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
 And I lug it around everywhere I go
 And I almost fool myself with a poker face
 Cause I don't want my guilt to show
 Even when I'm sleeping
 There's a god-awful sound
 It sits on my head
 With the weight of a crown
 I start hearing other voices
 One too many choices
 Well I carry my guilt in a suitcase
 And I lug it around everywhere I go
 And I look like buster keaton with a stone face