Aint It a Shame
Isn't it a shame
That no one knows your name
Implanted in your brain
Success is thumbs up from a crowd
For that you would tear your own heart out
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
That you were not born rich
That you cannot scratch that itch
Impulses you cannot overcome
Nature is nice only to some
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
That you cannot hold the reins
Free them from their chains
Bring on the utopia
Better chance you would fuck it up
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
Ain't it a con
The myths that drive you on
What it is to be strong
The story that you tell yourself
To make sense of the hand you are dealt
Ain't it a con
Ain't it a con
And isn't it a laugh
To them you are a joke
Some old lame dead white bloke
Cannot learn the lessons of the past
Heads too far up your own arse
Isn't it a laugh
Isn't it a laugh
Aren't you sick of looking at you
'Cause I am sick of looking at me
There is just nothing to see
Nothing you would want to see
Humdrum stupidity
Ideas you misconceive
They amount to nothing
And isn't it a shame
That we play these petty games
Pile on the pain
Go tit for tat and all of that
Stab each other in the back
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
And isn't it a shame
That life is meaningless
That this is not a test
You grind yourself into the ground
A few words as you are lowered down
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
And isn't it a shame
That everybody's shit
Rotten to the pit
Malevolent and ignorant
And every other type of cunt
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
That no one knows your name
Implanted in your brain
Success is thumbs up from a crowd
For that you would tear your own heart out
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
That you were not born rich
That you cannot scratch that itch
Impulses you cannot overcome
Nature is nice only to some
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
That you cannot hold the reins
Free them from their chains
Bring on the utopia
Better chance you would fuck it up
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
Ain't it a con
The myths that drive you on
What it is to be strong
The story that you tell yourself
To make sense of the hand you are dealt
Ain't it a con
Ain't it a con
And isn't it a laugh
To them you are a joke
Some old lame dead white bloke
Cannot learn the lessons of the past
Heads too far up your own arse
Isn't it a laugh
Isn't it a laugh
Aren't you sick of looking at you
'Cause I am sick of looking at me
There is just nothing to see
Nothing you would want to see
Humdrum stupidity
Ideas you misconceive
They amount to nothing
And isn't it a shame
That we play these petty games
Pile on the pain
Go tit for tat and all of that
Stab each other in the back
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
And isn't it a shame
That life is meaningless
That this is not a test
You grind yourself into the ground
A few words as you are lowered down
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
And isn't it a shame
That everybody's shit
Rotten to the pit
Malevolent and ignorant
And every other type of cunt
Isn't it a shame
Isn't it a shame
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Writer(s): Paul Luttrell
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