One, two, three. She got married too young. He had a short fuse and the devil's tongue. Shattered her dreams one by one. Shame. He was a preacher in a small town. Took up with the widow on the rebound. Gossip travels at the speed of sound. Shame. All of us go crazy. Everyone gets hurt. What's to say that you won't get your hands in the dirt? Throwing stones as if you won't get your own judgment day. Shame. Shame. Oh, shame. Sleep and comfort and a little fear. Try to kick the habit but you never will. Now our kids go looking for the slave through shame. There are bridges that I've only burned. There are favors that I don't return. There are lessons that I never learn. All of us go crazy. Everyone gets hurt. What's to say that you won't get your hands in the dirt? Throwing stones as if you won't get your own judgment day. Oh, shame. Oh, shame. Everyone's got secrets hidden deep inside. Funny how the truth cuts us all down to size. Oh, we all share the sorrow. We all share the pain. Oh, shame. Oh, shame. Oh, shame. Oh, shame. Oh, shame. Oh, shame. Yeah. Oh, shame.