Lyrics Shame - The Lucy Show

Shame

Drawn as a line
Half a chance, we scatter like birds in the sky
It’s a crime to see your power
Our weaknesses manifest
Will keep your both hands tied
Put you on a madman’s ride
Don’t think and don’t you talk
Just thank God for what you got
Don’t you feel sick with shame
Why we’re playing this ugly game
Your sense of pride
As we can tell, if all I discover is that
It’s alright
A pat on the back, and back to priorities
Will keep you informed never let you through our front door
Show you the wrong way round
Push your nose into the ground
Don’t you feel sick with shame
When you see how we stripped the blame
Carrying on so ill-advised
Living out this tyrants life
Laughing quite unaware
?
Sulk to your despair
Don’t you feel sick with shame
How we’re playing this ugly game
When you see how we pass the blame
While supporting this apartheid