Clothes are good,Clothes are bad,Clothes have blood,Clothes get sad. When one decides to hurt a cloth,And tear its heart-seams inside out,The cloth will never open bothIts mind and soul to people now. The hat, the shirt, the sock, the shoe,With feelings hurt and raw they scream,Their worth, esteem, and pride askew;They never will again be seen. Clothes are good,Clothes are bad,Clothes have blood,Clothes get sad.