tell me who s to blame for the ink spot question mark blood stained sleeves in the parking lot i ve had it since i was twelve and i wear it like hell wash it when it gets worn dirty tattered and torn fell in love with me and it wears me with pride we bathe in ultra tide when i start to feel guilty and everyone s jealous cause they wish they had it i m half a man without it yeah i m the king of style you know yeah i m yeah i m i m down and out and i ll keep on wearing my marathon shirt and i ll wear it every day til it hurts and i got no lady over her confidence aplenty in my marathon shirt once loaned her to a friend for a party and i worried all night like a mother does and when she returned all wrinkled and helpless she smelled of cheap cigarettes and other drugs now i d wear her in any season i d wear her for any reason only promise in my life s that shirt of mine and day after day as her colors fade away i ll remember what she felt like the first time and now that i m yeah i m i m down and out and i ll keep on wearing my marathon shirt and i ll wear it every day til it hurts and i got no lady over her confidence aplenty in my marathon shirt  now i ve come to lay you down you can soak into the sound and i m so elated she can t be recreated and the water s turning brown my baby she s no hand me down and the clothes keep going round tell me who s to blame for the ink spot question mark blood stained sleeves in the parking lot they all wish they had it i m half a man without it i m half a man without it yeah i m the king of style and i ll keep on wearing my marathon shirt and i ll wear it every day til it hurts and i got no lady over her confidence aplenty in my marathon shirt and i ll keep on wearing my marathon shirt and i ll wear it every day til it hurts and i got no lady over her confidence aplenty in my marathon shirt