Testo Weird Ceiling

Shame, shame, knows my name
Shame, shame, knows my maiden, Christian name.

And do they smile down on me every time I feel embarrassment
While walking on the wide horizon?

And do they earn a dime for every time I hate myself and who I am
While walking on the wide horizon?
Will they be satisfied when I come back weather-beaten leatherized
While walking on the wide horizon?

Shame.

Faces up to the weird ceiling.
Faces up to the weird ceiling.

Faces up to the weird ceiling.
Faces up to the weird ceiling.

Faces up to the weird ceiling.
Faces up to the weird ceiling.
Faces up to the weird ceiling.
Faces up to the weird ceiling.

Faces up to the weird ceiling.
Faces up to the weird ceiling.

Faces up to the weird ceiling.