Capital Crimes Andrew Bird

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
If I let go of your hand, it would be murder
Standing backwards blindfolded at the top of the stair
And you may wonder if I
I had assured her
As the birds were
Making figure eights all around the square
If I let go of your hand
Stray from the laws of the land

[Chorus]
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
Where's the shame?
Where's the shame?
Where's the sense of shame?