Your mother saved your 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 talkin'
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
Son of Sam
Pick up the pieces
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 mood is always manic, and I do suppose
When you hear this song, you'll have a tantrum
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
Son of Sam
Pick up the pieces
With a hymn and a secret hate
Beneath a broken heart
Can you start
To pick up the pieces
A hymn and a secret love
Beneath the bleacher
Wham, bam
Son of sam
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces