Verse 1:
Twenty years ago,
He stood before the judge,
Admitted what he did and went to jail.
Ever since he got out,
He'd been looking for a job,
But it seemed the world had set him up to fail.
With every application,
They'd run a background check.
It always came back, he'd been to the pen.
They all said they're sorry.
They all wished him well.
But no one wants to hire a man like him.
Chorus:
Damaged Goods,
Does it really matter?
Damaged Goods,
He's like you and me.
We all say we'd help him,
If we only could...
But no one wants to handle
Damaged Goods.
Verse 2:
He spent time as a carpenter,
He spent time as a cook;
Even spent a little time as a maitre d'.
But the only time that mattered
To the folks who turned him down
Was the time he spent in the penitentiary.
He knew, given half a chance,
He could make amends,
And be the man we all knew he could be.
But there's a price for everything
In this life we live,
And the cold, hard truth is,
No one rides for free.
Repeat Chorus.
Verse 3:
In the doorway of a church,
They found him Christmas morn,
His tired soul had up and flown away.
As the congregation gathered
To celebrate the Lord,
The preacher had a few choice words to say.
"This was someone's father,
This was someone's son,
And we all swore, we'd help him if we could...
But we all turned our backs on him,
And now it's just too late...
Let's bow our heads and pray for Damaged Goods."
Repeat Chorus
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