It's 5 past 9 in the holding pen
The local class bully making rounds again
(You're fat, you're ugly, spotty, you are such a geek)
(You're thin, you're speccy, coward)
(What's the matter, freak?)
He patters down the line of the soul defenceless
Dishing out the shame on a cold life sentence
Some of them may carry it for years and years
Some of them may end up in a tarn of tears
And the bully has probably, bullies of his own
His vengeance is keen, as his parents demean him at home
Shame, nobody ever seems to own it
They just pass it on down the line
Shame, you could be anything you want until the hatred internalised
Shame, and then they put you on a drug for what you brain cannot synthesize
Shame makes you feel unsafe in another's eyes
Shame makes you feel unable to go outside
Shame, shame is only lies
People laughed at me for the longest time
And I thought it was my fault for the longest time
I couldn't shake it off for the longest time
I couldn't shake it off for the longest time
And all the time I've lost, it's such a shame
Cast off the shackles of shame, baby
Cast off the shackles of shame
Shame, nobody ever seems to own it
They just pass it on down the line
Shame, you could be anything you want
Shame, and then they put you on a drug for what you brain cannot synthesize
Shame makes you feel unsafe in another's eyes
Shame makes you feel unable to go outside
Shame, shame is only lies
