Junkyard

	  		 

Tune Half-Step Down to Match Recording  

This is how I play the intro/first verse when I play acoustic:  
    Am  
 
                                let the A and G strings ring.  

Am  
And I have lived in a junkyard, where the weeds eat up the rain  
Am  
You get anything there, you are out of place  
Am  
You know there's hell to pay  
          F          C                G  
And say, "You're are sick, as you are lovely  
F      C         G  
And in need of a hand"  
F            C             G  
He tells me, you are never worthy  
          F      C                     F        C  
But I was just a child you see, that's my reality  


He had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed with a breast plate made of metal  
She drives all day in a rusty Buick, feet don't reach the pedals  
Got a jar of flies, a fathers disguise, where his heart should be  
A mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes!  
And he says, "She's as sick, as she is lovely  
and in need of my hand"  
He tells her, you are never worthy  
She was all alone you see, that was her reality? yeah  


Shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming, but I wake up to broken glass  
We want more, an 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!  
And I say, "he's is sick he is not lovely  
And in need of a hand"  
And he will know he's not worthy  
As he dies alone you see, that's his reality  


I'm not sick, I am lovely, and hatred is the curse of man!  
And I will not feel unworthy  
Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality