this is how it goes
you'll get angry at yourself
and think you can think of something else
and i'll hear the clanging of the bells
cause i can't stop you baby...
cause i don't have bribery in place
no bright shiny surface to my face
so i won't go near the market place
with what i'm selling lately
cause this is how it goes...
cause it's all about d**
it's all about shame
and whatever they want--
don't tell them your name
this is how it goes:
one more failure to connect
with so many how could i object?
and you-- what on earth did you expect?
well, i can't tell you baby
when this is how it goes
cause it's all abou d**
it's all about shame
and whatever they want--
don't tell them your name
so i'll try to hold on
while you try to let go
you won't tell me it's gone--
but, baby, i'll know
baby, i'll know
baby, i'll know