Whoa
Whoa

Your mother saved your medals
She put them in a box in a room
Basket, base and footballs
Plastic creatures from the county zoo

She thinks about you often
She has no idea you’re rotten
All the colors have run off and you have been exposed
Now let me do the talking

With a hymn and a secret hid
Beneath a broken heart
Can you start to pick up the pieces
A hymn and a secret love
Beneath the bleacher, wham
Bam, fold the hand, pick up the pieces

Whoa
Whoa

Blessed by your genetics
You possess a certain aesthetic charm
But something’s disconnected
And you’re quite capable of causing harm
Your malice is volcanic
Your insecurity titanic
Your mood is always manic and I do suppose
This masquerade’s become a habit

With a hymn and a secret hid
Beneath a broken heart
Can you start to pick up the pieces
A hymn and a secret love
Beneath the bleacher, wham
Bam, fold the hand, pick up the pieces

Whoa
Whoa

With a hymn and a secret hid
Beneath a broken heart
Can you start to pick up the pieces
A hymn and a secret love
Beneath the bleacher, wham
Bam, fold the hand, pick up the pieces
Pick up the pieces

Whoa
Whoa
Pick up the pieces