Shame on all you dancing devils in the yard In your camouflage you fame thirsty traitors With a camera & a hammer for a heart In the manner of something that you aren't Shame on all you dancing devils in the dark Play out your pain on a bingo pop psych chart Dwelling on exes in your excesses Begging the question but you're question-less You're acting the method but no one casted it Other than a passion for petulance you're passion-less Shame on Baby shame on Baby shame on Baby shame on Shame on all you dancing devils in the yard In your pageant robe, slow like the shame starts I'm a pace car full of rust She cries cum dries far faster than paint does & I'm half here, half wherever I came from Wherever I came from