I spend my weeks in crowded rooms
With people speaking tongues
They are God-fearing strangers
The exiled and the shunned
I fill my pillbox dutifully
I only cried out once
The radio speaks right to me
'Bout all the bad things that I've done
Hey if a snake comes near me
Oh I'll know what to do
I fret about it all the time
Bet you worry about it too
Don't ya
What scares you?
Blessed are the splintered
The ones we try to mend
The ones we try to fix up
The ones who can't pretend
I took a bus ride to the city
Through the snow and through the sleet
To see the the beagles and the basset hounds
The spotted angels bring me peace
And I know this world is broken
Sometimes I think it's me
Warped and worn and soaking
Weary from all my bravery
Remember me as Arthur
Not my uneven shave
Or my pants pulled up too high
Or dirty plaid shirts or bouts of rage
Blessed are the splintered
The ones we try to mend
The ones we try to fix up
The ones who can't pretend