Worn Clothes

In the back room, the dead of night
At a table, out of sight
You're so clever with your snide remarks
You're so brave when you're in the dark

Why do you wear those worn clothes?
Why do you act like an asshole?
Why do you rip and maim them?
Do you really think you're famous?
Well?

Honest pilgrim, Indian thief
You reap the rewards of having the undesirables underneath

Why do you wear those worn clothes?
Why do you act like an asshole?
Why do you rip and maim them?
Do you really think you're famous?
Well?

In the back room, at a light
Near the table, at the end of the night
Isn't it fitting? Isn't it right?
Waiting for the troops to tell you you're right

Why do you wear those worn clothes?
Why do you act like an asshole?
Why do you rip and maim them?
Do you really think you're famous?
Well?

Why do you wear?
Why do you wear?
You don't even care
You don't even care



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Patrick Maguire
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