My God, it's going way too far It's like it's further than we started A hundred miles I think we are The Sun leaves wounds, I paint to scars So when it's all done, will it be fun? Remedy one, till I'm outrun again Could it be fun if my hands are too tied to run? Shame on me Shame on me Shame on me For thinking it's better Shame on me Shame on me Shame on me For thinking it's better