Wake up again in heat of the day
Turn on the TV got nothing to say
Nobody sees me
I'm sick of this town
What was lost will never be found
33 summers and a Sunday
Can't shake it off it's eating away
It's filling me with
Shame
Shame, again
Crossing my heart, hoping to die
Throwing me on the discard pile
Drive out to Brompton
Nothing has changed
Never cared much anyway
33 summers and a Sunday
Drink my way through to Monday
It's filling me with
Shame
Shame, again
The snake that calls me by my name
Things can never be the same
Tainted blood and tainted brain
I'm too old to play the game
The clock keeps ticking down the days
The clock keeps ticking down the days
The clock keeps ticking down the days
The clock keeps ticking, it's ticking
It's filling me with Shame.