Grandaddy - Broken Lyrics
Rough fought boy with a subsent witchHis new girlfriend makes a good oneBrokenHis closest friends call him brokenCause he's self titled busted upBrokenHe rode dirt bikes years agoWon some trophies did some showsAnd a few demosBrokenThe boy, yes, he's my friendAssemblage of stories and thingsBrokenWhen it rainsHe feels painBut he don't mindCause it's all the sameBrokenThe boy, yes, he's my friendAssemblage of wonderful thingsBrokenBrokenBroken