Sweatshirts

A thousand men is all I see, a thousand men

Sweatshirts. Sweatshirts.
But I like it this way I'm fine.

They can set the world on fire They hope they'll try

Sweatshirts. Sweatshirts.
And they like it just when it hurts.

Still, they'll wear their crooked smile
They'll walk the crooked mile and we will all die

It makes me sick It makes me shift
But I like it this way I'm fine

A thousand men is all I see, a thousand men

Sweatshirts. Sweatshirts. Sweatshirts.
And they like it just when it hurts.
And they like it just when it hurts.
And they like it just when it hurts.