Songtext von 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