Shame on you
Shame on you
She's got the numbers, man, I've got the digits
Everybody knows their own pulse is quicken
Don't know the answers, while they've gone and made a mess
Jimmy wanted pistols, but he shot 'em when he got 'em
No two snowflakes are alike
And neither are the seconds
Remember when we're in public, don't know how we ever got by
I've got it, now I'm damaged, I'm a discontinued line
Too busy getting sick too close, everybody can see the floor
Billy wanted death, man, should have checked his pockets
No two snowflakes are alike
And neither are the seconds
Yeah
She's got the numbers, you know, I've got the digits
Everybody knows that their pulse is quicken
Don't know the answers, while they've gone and made a mess
Jimmy wanted pistols, but he shot 'em when he got 'em
No two snowflakes are alike
And neither are the seconds
Yeah
Shame on you
Shame on you
