Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station for the train
Fools that threw their mouths about
With nothing more to do than pass the blame
Seems there isn't any reason to remain, yeah

Second, third and fourth-hand words
Their twisted lips spit out the same old lines
On and on the grapevine gathers
Anyone who needs that kind of high
Those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time

And it's shame on me
If it's all the same to you
All the time I see
Someone try to put the blame on me

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station
For the same old train
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station for the train
Fools that threw their mouths about
With nothing more to do than pass the blame
Seems there isn't any reason to remain, yeah

Second, third and fourth-hand words
Their twisted lips spit out the same old lines
On and on the grapevine gathers
Anyone who needs that kind of high
Those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time

And it's shame on me
If it's all the same to you
All the time I see
Someone try to put the blame on me

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station
For the same old train
Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station for the train
Fools that threw their mouths about
With nothing more to do than pass the blame
Seems there isn't any reason to remain, yeah

Second, third and fourth-hand words
Their twisted lips spit out the same old lines
On and on the grapevine gathers
Anyone who needs that kind of high
Those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time

And it's shame on me
If it's all the same to you
All the time I see
Someone try to put the blame on me

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station
For the same old train

Shame On Me

Recorded by: The Wildhearts
Written by: Ginger

Lyrics

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station for the train
Fools that threw their mouths about
With nothing more to do than pass the blame
Seems there isn't any reason to remain, yeah

Second, third and fourth-hand words
Their twisted lips spit out the same old lines
On and on the grapevine gathers
Anyone who needs that kind of high
Those whose tired little lies ain't worth the time

And it's shame on me
If it's all the same to you
All the time I see
Someone try to put the blame on me

Passing information now
I'm waiting at the station
For the same old train