Pick Up the Pieces

Whoa Whoa Your mother saved you’re medals She put them in a box in a room Basket, base, and footballs Plastic creatures from the county zoo She thinks about you often She has no idea you’re rotten All the colors have run off and you have been exposed Now let me do the talking With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart Can you start…to pick up the pieces A hymn and a secret love Beneath a bleacher Wham, bam, fold the hand Pick up the pieces Whoa Whoa Blessed by your genetics You possess a certain aesthetic charm But something’s disconnected And you’re quite capable of causing harm Your malice is volcanic Your insecurity titanic Your mood is always manic and I do suppose This masquerade’s become a habit With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart Can you start…to pick up the pieces A hymn and a secret love beneath the bleacher Wham, bam, fold the hand Pick up the pieces Whoa Whoa With a hymn and a secret hid beneath a broken heart Can you start…to pick up the pieces A hymn and a secret love beneath a bleacher Wham, bam, fold the hand Pick up the pieces Pick up the pieces Whoa Whoa Pick up the pieces Whoa Whoa Pick up the pieces