Shame

Well there’s three versions of this story mine, yours and then the truth

And we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youth

Out of some sentimental gain I wanted you to feel my pain, but it came back return to sender

I read your mind and tried to call, my tears could fill the Albert Hall, is this the sound of sweet surrender?

What a shame we never listened

I told you through the television

And all that went away was the price we paid

People spend a lifetime this way

Oh what a shame.

So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus

And with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-Us

I wrote a letter in my mind, but the words were so unkind, about a man I can’t remember

I don’t recall the reasons why, I must have meant them at the time, is this the sound of sweet surrender?

What a shame we never listened

I told you through the television

And all that went away was the price we paid

People spend a lifetime this way

And that’s how they stay

Oh what a shame.

Words come easy, when they’re true

Words come easy, when they’re true

So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus

And with your poster 30 foot high at the back of Toys-R-Us

Now we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood then our youth.

What a shame we never listened

I told you through the television

And all that went away was the price we paid

People spend a lifetime this way

And that’s how they stay

Oh what a shame.

People spend a lifetime this way

Oh what a shame

Such a shame, what a shame