Everybody hates Billy Wolfe ‘cause he doesn’t he look the way they do He sits in the back with his patched up knapsack taking the abuse He can’t even hid the bruises inside those kids can be so cruel Everybody hates Billy Wolfe in the land of the red, white, black, and blue Oh, everybody’s broken Eight-five years she’s been living right here when they took her from her home To her little white room with a cup and a spoon and the dress that she had on Nobody came they’ve forgotten her name it’s like she disappeared She’s just Clara-Marie and that’s who she sees when she looks into the mirror Oh, everybody’s broken Oh, everybody’s broken She lost her son on February one, of two thousand and four Wrong place, wrong time your life became a land mine right outside her door There used to be kites and strings of lights to decorate her skies Now clouds of smoke just shroud the hope and all she can do is cry Oh, everybody’s broken Oh, everybody’s broken