Well there's three versions of this story - 
Mine, yours and then the [bad word] 
And we can put it down to circumstance, 
Our childhood, then our youth

Out of some sentimental gain 
I wanted you to feel my pain, 
But it came back return to sender,
I read your mind and tried to call, 
My tears could fill the Albert Hall, 
Is this the sound of sweet surrender?
 [bad word] ]
What a shame we never listened,
I told you through the television
And all that went away was the price we paid,
People spend a lifetime this way
And that's how they stay,
Oh what a shame

So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus
And with your poster 30 foot at the back of Toys-R-Us
I wrote a letter in my mind, 
But the words were so unkind, 
About a man I can't remember
I don't recall the reasons why, 
I must have meant them at the time, 
Is this the sound of sweet surrender?
 [bad word] 
 [bad word] easy, when they're [bad word] [bad word] easy, when they're [bad word] 
So I got busy throwing everybody underneath the bus
And with your poster 30 foot at the back of Toys-R-Us
Now we can put it down to circumstance, 
Our childhood then our youth
 [bad word] 

People spend a lifetime this way,
Oh what a shame,
Such a shame, what a shame