This song's called Worn Clothes In the back room, out of sight At a table, end of the night You're so brave with your snide remarks You're so brave when you're in the dark Why do you wear those worn clothes? Why do you act like an asshole? Why do you rip and maim them? Do you really think you're famous? Well? Honest pilgrim, Indian thief You reap the rewards of having the undesirables underneath Why do you wear those worn clothes? Why do you act like an asshole? Why do you rip and maim them? Do you really think you're famous? Well? In the back room, out of sight As we head towards the end of the night You're so brave with your snide remarks You're so brave when you're in the dark Why do you wear those worn clothes? Why do you act like an asshole? Why do you rip and maim them? Do you really think you're famous? Why do you wear? You don't even care You don't even care You don't even You're uneven You're uneven