All Dressed Up

He took all the armor off, put on his flip flops
And his favorite sleeveless top, grabbed an ice cold Schnapps
Near an old pawnshop, where he proudly hocked
The cross his family gave him
Then took a long Sunday drive, driven by his pride
Where he justified. breaking all the ties that bind
With those who testified
Of things he now denies
About the way they raised him

Chorus

He’s all dressed up self satisfied
He’s not messed up now he’s left that life behind him

He wears a standard uniform rebels all have worn
When they feel reborn, those who won’t conform
To all the rules and norms, things his world had warned
Him might bring pain and heart ache
Then when all the cash is gone, His friends have all withdrawn
Feels like Babylon, was really just a con
But how can he move on, where can he belong
When all hope’s gone who’ll take him

Chorus

He’s all dressed up no place to go
Oh, he’s all messed up what he thought was true may not be so

Bridge

Am I the one who has chosen, chosen today
To show he is not forgotten and I’ll be here until he finds his own way

I’ll sit and hold his pain, Listen and refrain
From causing any shame, never was my aim
In time I might explain, about the one who came
To heal us in our anguish

Chorus

I’m all dressed up wings are concealed
Though I am messed up love reveals how awkward angels feel
When you’re all dressed up
And got no place to go

Song by John Batdorf / Bat Mac Music BMI & Michael McLean / Shining Star Music ASCAP
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