This song's called Worn Clothes
In the back room, out of sight
At a table, end of the night
You're so brave 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, out of sight
As we head towards the end of the night
You're so brave 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?
Why do you wear?
You don't even care
You don't even care
You don't even
You're uneven
You're uneven