The Great American T-shirt Racket

Lyrics

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" No 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 Write it anywhere that you'd like