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