I could not live without you Shame on me for loving you Can't deny that you've been untrue Shame on you for loving me. (That's what I get for loving you) Lie, lie, lie! (You know I can't live without you) Why, why, why?

Take a look around the world Don't tell your man what you don't do right Not tell him all the things that make you cry But check yourself for your own shit / shame And don't be making love like it's always You see such bad things happening There are many

What's owed will be repaid Has come to wash our shame away To erase the image of defeat Have licked our wounds, restored our strength And our vengeance will be oh so sweet They thought they had us down That we'd never rise again

What a shame What a loss Love to you, babe Do what you have to I think I know what you're trying to say Love to the lovers Hate to the haters The winner takes She takes it all

I can see a change in you I see it coursing through your veins And it is a shame I barely recognize your face We're miles from way back when I can see a change Oh it is a shame oh you And I don't like what I'm seeing lately oh I don't like who I'm seeing

I could not live without you Shame on me for loving you Can't deny that you've been untrue Shame on you for loving me. (That's what I get for loving you) Lie, lie, lie! (You know I can't live without you) Why, why, why?

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young We're gonna die young I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone So while you're here in my arms Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah)

What fate awaits the machine-gun man? Well, he ain't got no future and he ain't got no plan It's a shame, it's a shame, Lord The trigger be his only friend It's a shame, oh yeah He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn Tell me what a young man,

And I don't even know his last name My momma would be so ashamed It started off "hey cutie, where you from?" And then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?" And I don't even know my last name Last night, I got served, a little bit too much of that

You're guilty all the same Too sick to be ashamed You want to point your finger But there's no one else to blame Guilty all the same Tell us all again Show us all again What you think we should be What the answers are