In the back room, the dead of night At a table, out of sight You're so clever 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, at a light Near the table, at the end of the night Isn't it fitting? Isn't it right? Waiting for the troops to tell you you're right 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? Why do you wear? Why do you wear? You don't even care You don't even care