Holes in my worn out clothes I put my childhood over my ears But it brings no warmth And I want to forget these years
Holes in my worn out face My mouth won't miss the blood And I can't miss what I've never felt So I won't miss love No I won't miss love
Holes in my worn out genes Ripped and torn at the knees His blood moves through me Like a spreading disease I can feel the future And I don't want to be a part of the past I hope with pins and needles That a child of divorce can last But all I know is this cold lament And I can hear my brothers and sisters sing:
Broken kids from broken homes Living broken lives like they've been shown Broken kids from broken homes All alone All alone
Broken kids from broken homes Living broken lives like they've been shown Broken kids from broken homes All alone On their own