SHAME ON ME
second, third and fourth hand words their twisted lips spit out the same old lies
on and on the grapevine gathers, anyone who needs that kind of high
those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time, yeah
and it's shame on me, if it's all the same to you
all the time I see someone try to put the blame on me
passing information, now I'm waiting at the station for the same old train