Junkyard Blues

Broken down relations, beaten up guitars

Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars

Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst

Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunksHa, junkyard blues sound familiar

I'm never alone, always remind me of homeOne of a dozen covered with stains

Blistered and stinking was all that remained

Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones

The unwanted contents of anonymous homesHa, those junkyard blues sound familiar

Take me back, always remind me of homeMangy old dog scratching in the dust

Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust

All this stuff was good for something

Here it is now, it's good for nothingHa, junkyard blues sound familiar

I'm never alone, always remind me of home