I'm writing a poem, it's not about you
But this guy you might know him
He's a clown too
Shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
Well, he's got your name
Dresses the same way
And he acts like the star
Of his own play
He's a typical guy
When he has whiskey in his veins
Just like you and I he lives in shame
Shame, shame, shame
Well, he started a fight with a building
He's always looking for nights
To get killed in
And he waltzes through life
With typical disdain
Just like you and I he lives in shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame at the states we get in
Shame at the places we've been
Shame at the wells, shame at the bells
Shit what the hell, for everything else
We'll take the blame
Without shame
Shame, shame, shame
So I'm forging ahead with or without you
Meet me at the edge of the cliff
You know you want to
Typical guys, want to go out like a flame
So much better to die
Than live in shame
Shame, shame, shame
Shame, shame, shame
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