You are some sad and lonely figure from the salanger short story   You are quick to draw and fast to shoot   Oh you'll go down in glory   You are the avalanche that follows a raised voice    The dirty needle consequence of a bad choice    Crash at the end of a car chase   You are the arsenic of the old lace    Your deeds carry the devastation of a storm   Your marked as the day that hitler was born    You are the handshake that seal the dirty deal   The s-i-n that makes families run   The screech before the crash as tire squeal    The hand that moves towards the gun, towards the gun      And I am yours despite my descent    I am the spanger on the street, who asks you for a cent   I am the thoughts that run from the hums,    I am how one behaves when no one else is around   I am the ink that runs from the pen   I am a birth mark on your skin    I am the sound of a match being lit    And I am the doubt from which some benefit, some benefit    This girl is to her country as a face is to a blemish,    I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you, I am ashamed of you    I am ashamed of you.