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