Shame

My dad had dirty posters on the wall

He had his stack of magazines

Mom had her books and artsy aspirations

Neither of them could give what the other needs

My dad went fishing any chance he got

Weather permitting, he’d be gone

While he was fishing with his fishy friends

Some other friend was getting fishy with Mom

Love just might be blind

But children see just fine

Careful what you do

Your shame will always follow you

And now I’ve gone and done it, too

I’m ashamed for me; I’m ashamed for you

My grandma worshiped with the Lutherans

She rode the preacher on the sly

But grandpa didn’t seem to give a damn

He was some other lady’s park-and-ride guy

My other grandpa left his wife and baby

Found fortune over the divide

Two more wives, several kids, and mistress ladies

Squandered it all just as soon as he died

And now I’ve gone and done it, too

I’m ashamed of me; I’m ashamed of you

And now I’ve gone and done it, too

I’m ashamed of me; I’m ashamed of you

And now I’ve gone and done it, too

I’m ashamed of me; I’m ashamed of you

Love just might be blind

But children see just fine

Careful what you do

Your shame will always follow you

Love just might be blind

But children see just fine

Careful what you do

Your shame will always follow you

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