Shame

You're the patron saint of lonely street
 Everybody knows your name down at lovers leap
 Covered in your own insecurity
 You truly are the rain
 You're the flowered cross
 On the lost highway & you're always gettin' lost
 Down at lovers lane
 Tryin' to be different
 But you're always the same
 You really are a shame
 You slit your own throat
 Dig your own grave
 Say your own mass Dance at your wake
 Refrão:
 Shame on lovers out for blood
 Blaming others for their luck
 Shameful lovers play too rough
 And say so well, oh well, so what
 You're the broken heart
 On the traitor's sword
 Everybody knows your Common
 in the House of Lords
 Dashing for the arms where you're always adored
 You're never gonna change
 You slit your own throat
 Dig your own grave
 Say your own mass
 Dance at your wake
 Refrão:
 Shame on lovers out for blood
 Blaming others for their luck
 Shameful lovers play too rough
 And say so well, oh well, so what
 Shame on liars out for trust
 Shame on others, shame on us
 Shameful lovers play too rough
 And say oh well, so well, so what
 Someday maybe we can see each other again
 Someday baby we can see that smilin' face