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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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