Broken Beauties
Papa was a rich man with a suitcase full of love
And He had a daughter and a son
But they left the shade to chase riches and fame
Now their Papa just wants them to come home
The daughter headed north to the promised land
And married a man on the go
Well he slept around, now her step-sons in danger
Of changing this already slippery slope
The sons on the run from his future
Sounds like his songs struck a nerve
Now he’s hiding in caves and he wonders who saves
Is it rooftops full of passion and curves?
Oh daughter, why you jealous? And son, why do you fall?
These broken beauties are loved, these broken beauties are loved
They’re sinking like stones, but they still need microphones to say
These broken beauties are loved
The son thinks he’s got it all together
Religion is saving his soul
But then he’s told he must be born again
Not it looks like his heart’s had a hole
The daughter gave her body to the man with the shame
Until the law threw her down
But here comes her hero with a stick against stones
Digging, “You all need a doctor in this town”
He said “You’re still a daughter, and I’m Papa’s loving son”
These broken beauties are loved, these broken beauties are loved
With hearts on their sleeves, they just want to believe
That they’re broken beauties and loved
These broken beauties are loved, these broken beauties are loved
The lines in the sand, and which side do you stand?
Singing, these broken beauties are loved
Loved, Loved, these broken beauties are loved