Shame - The Lucy Show

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