The Shame

Lyrics

My heart is a black haunted loom Weaving jackets for children who'll never be born My hands are abandoned factories Manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world As we waltz the broken dance of our limbs This ballroom has been groped by so many evil whims and As I drill the last hole into you The well of your body has hardened into some glue and And everything is gonna be just awful when we're around And all the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around I remember the day that I sold my smile To that nice couple who lost their first child I threw in a set of sympathy And a bucket of popcorn for the cemetery But now my face is all fenced off The sky is boarded up, the hills covered in drop cloth and And how many chords till this song vomits out real love? And how many feathers to pluck naked the soiled dove? And how many whores till you send away for that trophy? And how many punches till you give yourself away for free? 'Cause those bruises on your face Look like the sun setting in disgrace And how many whores till you send away for that trophy? And how many punches till you give yourself away for free? 'Cause those bruises on your face Look like the sun setting in disgrace 'Cause those bruises on your face Look like the sun setting in disgrace Everything is gonna be just awful when we're around And all the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you; can I show you around? And everything must go: the shadows, the seagulls, when we're around And everything is gonna be just awful when we're around And all the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you; can I show you around? And everything must go: the shadows, the seagulls, when we're around And everything is gonna be just awful when we're around And all the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you; can I show you around? And everything must go: the shadows, the seagulls, when we're around And everything is gonna be just awful when we're around And all the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you; can I show you around? And everything must go: the shadows, the seagulls, when we're around And everything is gonna be just awful when we're around And all the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you; can I show you around? And everything must go: the shadows, the seagulls, when we're around And everything is gonna be just awful when we're around And all the colors gonna rot off your sight when we're around And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you; can I show you around? (This is our shame) And everything must go: the shadows, the seagulls, when we're around (This is our shame) And everything is gonna be just awful (This is our shame) And all the colors gonna rot off your sight (This is our shame) And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you (This is our shame) And everything must go: the shadows, the seagulls (This is our shame) And everything is gonna be just awful (This is our shame) And all the colors gonna rot off your sight (This is our shame) And I am just a salesman, pleased to meet you (This is our shame) And-