Hall of Shame

When the 'A' side plays
And it spins and sways
And it sounds like thunder
There is no one to blame
You're missing names
With missing numbers

Wood on the beach is burning
We're torn from the spine
When you judge the cover

Will you write our names
Where the pavements laid
That our bones are under?
Pointing directions into a grave

Mm, we're lost
No one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
In halls of shame

When the 'B' side stops
And the needle drops
'Til it says, "What now?"
And it makes that noise
Like a private cry
When the silence fails

And you wrote our names
With a stick in the street
With your fucked up hand
As your eyes turn black
And I scare her
And screaming, "I was here"

Well you sort of were
And you sort of weren't here

We're lost
No one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
We are lost
And no one is laughing
In halls of shame