Capital Crimes - Andrew Bird

We’re a fine institution

We’re using a test to decide

Like some kind of sick solution

Who should live and who should die

If I let go of your hand

It would be murder

Standing backwards, blindfold

At the top of the stairs

And you may wonder if I

I had assured her

As the birds were

Makin' figure eights

All around the square

If I let go of your hand

If I strayed from the laws of the land

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the sense of shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the sense of shame?

For desert oceans keep on widening

It’s been this way since the Pleistocene

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the sense of shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the sense of shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the sense of shame?

Desert oceans keep on widening

It’s been this way since the Pleistocene, yeah

Capital crimes

Nickels and dimes all across the floor

Ooh-ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh

No vital signs, ooh

You scored too high

Now you walk the floor

We will meet on that fatal shore

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the sense of shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the shame?

Where’s the sense of shame?