The Great American T-shirt Racket

Oh
I'll be catchin' stones
It's nothing biblical
Cause I'd never tell you I'm a man of God and leave you with
An out of focus poem
But all the kids know
Cause they've been coddled in the cradle of a barely broken home

Are you happy now?
You draw a big crowd
Car wreck without a sound
And Arms like attic doors
Open up, yeah I'd like to join you
You can talk to God and I'll just watch
Oh, and I'll just watch..

And he said, "My scars...
Now I have a T-Shirt to go with my...
My scars... yeah now I have a T-Shirt
To go with my..."
So...

When you cash a cheque, do you let it bleed?
Let it breathe, brand it like cattle wearing your marquee
Everyone can see
You made an emblem
Out of "the broken" "the kind of broken" the "I wish I was broken."
'other day, found a boy with a long face
'said "Sir, I swear, I swear I'm okay.."
Don't need to wish upon the stars..
Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my...
Scars

Oh, my scars...
Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my..
My scars, yeah.. Now I have a t-shirt, to go with my scars..

Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Are you happy now?
Oh, You draw a big crowd!

You count your money in the dead of the night
Oh, oh
You've got your very own heaven sent Jesus Christ
Christ, what's the hell that make me?
Parasite, parasite
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