Everybody's Broken

Everybody hates Billy Wolfe ‘cause he doesn’t he look

the way they do

He sits in the back with his patched up knapsack taking

the abuse

He can’t even hid the bruises inside those kids can be

so cruel

Everybody hates Billy Wolfe in the land of the red,

white, black, and blue

Oh, everybody’s broken

Eight-five years she’s been living right here when they

took her from her home

To her little white room with a cup and a spoon and the

dress that she had on

Nobody came they’ve forgotten her name it’s like she

disappeared

She’s just Clara-Marie and that’s who she sees when she

looks into the mirror

Oh, everybody’s broken

Oh, everybody’s broken

She lost her son on February one, of two thousand and

four

Wrong place, wrong time your life became a land mine

right outside her door

There used to be kites and strings of lights to

decorate her skies

Now clouds of smoke just shroud the hope and all she

can do is cry

Oh, everybody’s broken

Oh, everybody’s broken