Junkyard Lyrics

I have lived in a junkyard where the weeds eat up the rain
You get anything there out of place you know there's hell to pay
And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely
And in need of a hand"
He tells me, 'you are never worthy'
But I was just a child, you see, that was my reality
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He had a sick little girl dirty and hard with a breast plate made of metal
She drives all day in her rusty Buick and her feet don't reach the pedals
Got a jar of flies, her father's disguise where his heart should be
Her mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes)
She's as sick, as she is lovely
And in need of my hand where he uses his hands
He tells her, 'you are never worthy'
She was all alone you see, that was her reality
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yeah
Well I shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming but I wake up to broken glass
There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand
To save my poor mother from the junk yard man
He's as sick as she is lovely
And in need of a hand
He will know he's not worthy
When he dies alone you see, that's his reality
I'm not sick, I am lovely
Hatred is the curse of man
I will not feel unworthy
'Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality
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