You, me, and all the kings and queens Buried in the junkyard, And every time the herald Cherub sings We rattle with the car parts I was born to lie here
this winning skin there's garbage in honey's sack again garbage in honey garbage in honey garbage in honey's sack again garbage in honey junkwayrd king junkyard
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a dirty window And I hope you find whatever it is you?re searching for this time I got an idea you could gather all the parts of your junkyard hearts
to a wheelchair at the tender age of five. Didn't seem to phase him as he chuckled And told his mama to turn the page. (chorus) junkyard jesus did you well. Livin' by the junkyard
So you're fed up with your life? Time to grab the knife, no more problems, no more fears. Not even your mother's tears? Grow guts, step up.
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks Ha, junkyard
with his paper cut hiss. she couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak as faceless vampires bled the rosy from her cheeks. scene one, enter junkyard j: the
but I'll let you throughYou may decide it's not for youI'm long gone, but I'll let you throughYou may decide there's nothing theree Born in a junkyard
through, You may decide it's not for you. I'm long gone but I'll let you through, You may decide there's nothing there Born in a junkyard (x8)
My knuckles are bleeding on your front door and these flowers are wilting in the rain. They were for you and now they are for no one. They are irrelevant
love junkyard Open twenty four hours, come as you are Yeah to the love junkyard, to the love To the love junkyard Is that you, is that you, is that
honey's sack again Junk in honey's sack again Junk in honey, junk in honey Junk in honey, junk in honey Junk in honey, junk in honey Junk in honey, junk in honey Junkyard king junkyard
sin Promisin' ecstasy You were so blind Look out 'Cos now the dog's inside you The Junkyard Dog speaks for you Ain't no master of the Junkyard Dog
'll let you through, you may decide it's not for you. I'm long gone but I'll let you through, you may decide there's nothing there born in a junkyard
junkyard Open twenty four hours, bring your broken heart, to the love junkyard To the love, to the love junkyard Is that you, is that you, is that you
up guitars Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks Junkyard
sin Promisin' ecstasy You were so blind Look out 'Cos now the dog's inside you The Junkyard Dog speaks for you Ain't no master of the Junkyard Dog How
