Shame on you, ain't nobody clean in this room
You're either a victim, a hero, a villain
Shame on you
Shame on me, the illusion of intimacy
I gave you my art, and you stepped on my heart
Shame on me
And to think that you thought you knew me
'Cause God's speaking through me
And ya try to dispose of me, you can't erase me
'Cause I've still got work here to do
That shame's on you
Cake or death
I guess I'll just take whatever's left
Yeah I just want my piece of the pie
Cake or death
We want blood
Yeah there's skeletons here to dig up
You're the judge then the juror, my executioner
It's blood for blood
Wounded men
O and yet we came from woman
It's a cycle of harm, since the day we were born
Wounded men
And to think that you thought you knew me
'Cause God's speaking through me
And ya try to dispose of me, you can't erase me
'Cause I've still got work here to do
That shame's on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
Shame on you
And to think that you thought you knew me
'Cause God's speaking through me
And ya try to dispose of me, you can't erase me
'Cause I've still got work here to do
O that shame's on you
