Well, there's three versions of this story, mine and yours, and then the truth.Now we can put it down to circumstance, our childhood, then our youth.Out of some sentimental gain, I wanted you to feel my pain, but I came back, returned to sender.I read your mind and tried to call, my tears could fill the outlet hall, is this the sound of sweet surrender?What a shame we never listened, I told you through the television, and all that went away was the price we paid.People spend a lifetime this way, oh what a shame.So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus, and with your poster thirty foot high at the back of Toys R Us.I wrote a letter in my mind, but the words were so unkind, about a man I can't remember.I don't recall the reasons why I must have met them at the time, is this the sound of sweet surrender?What a shame we never listened, I told you through the television, and all that went away was the price we paid.People spend a lifetime this way, that's how they stay, oh what a shame.Words come easy when they're true, words come easy when they're true.So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus, and with your poster thirty foot high at the back of Toys R Us.Now we could put it down to circumstance of childhood, then are you?What a shame we never listened, I told you through the television, and all that went away was the price we paid.People spend a lifetime this way, that's how they stay, people spend a lifetime this way, oh what a shame, what a shame.Such a shame, what a shame, pitiful shame, real shame, horrible stuff, what a shame.