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