Letra de Junkyard

I have lived in a junkyard, Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there, even 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'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 And her feet don't reach the pedals Got a jar of flies, a father's disguise, Where his heart should be A mouth is sown together She screams with those eyes (She screams with those eyes) She screams with those eyes 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 Well I've shoulda been sleepin', shoulda been dreamin' 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 junkyard man And I say, "he's as sick as he is lovely, And in need of a hand" He will know he's not worthy When he dies alone you'll 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, yeah