Your mother saved your medals./nShe put them in a box in a room./nBasket, base, and footballs./nPlastic creatures from the county zoo./nnShe thinks about you often.nShe has no idea you're rotten.nShe thinks about you often.nAll the colors have run off and you have been exposed.nNow let me do the talking.nnWith a hymn and a secret hidnBeneath a broken heart.nCan you start...to pick up the pieces?nA hymn and a secret hidnBeneath the bleachers...nWham, bam, Son of SamnPick up the pieces.nnBlessed by your genetics.nYou possess a certain asthetic charm.nBut something's disconnected.nAnd you're quite capable of causing harm.nnYour malice is volcanic.nYour insecurity, titanic.nYour mood is always manic and I do suppose.nWhen you hear this song you'll have a tantrum.nnWith a hymn and a secret hidnBeneath a broken heart.nCan you start...to pick up the pieces?nA hymn and a secret hidnBeneath the bleachers...nWham, bam, Son of Sam.nPick up the pieces.nPick up the pieces.nnWith a hymn and a secret hidnBeneath a broken heart.nCan you start...to pick up the pieces?nA hymn and a secret hidnBeneath the bleachers...nWham, bam, Son of Sam.nPick up the pieces.nPick up the pieces.nn