Letras:
Junkyard

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

sit and watch the flames, As the laugh tracks come tickle, Our hairs. There's car parks in the yard, Let's hang them from the rafters, And call it our junkyard

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

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

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.

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

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)

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

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