Junkyard featuring a whole lot a Hell,
Nasty motorcycles, cars, I really can’t tell,
‘Bout time I get gone,
This place and me never got along.
Too many fractured dreams,
Fairytales and more,
Like the broken mirrors,
We’ve all seen before.
Thing is the gates are locked,
Such a crying shame,
There’s no way out,
So things will stay the same.
‘Less someone comes along with a key,
Opens up those doors,
Set me free,
On out of this place.
Can’t say I’d miss it,
Maybe it’s just me,
But I’ve got no where to go,
So how can that be?
This is my home,
The only place I got,
The garbage piled high,
In this old car lot.
I feel no affection,
That I can say,
Hatred however,
Won’t go away.
But I won’t be getting out soon,
Oh, what a joy,
Stuck here forever,
With all my broken toys.