Shame - Marah

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