Junkyard Lyrics - Zac Brown Band

1 I have lived in a junkyard

2 Where the weeds eat up the rain

3 If you get anything there even out of place

4 You know there's hell to pay

5 And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely

6 And in need of a hand"

7 He tells me "you are never worthy"

8 But I was just a child you see

9 That's my reality

10 He had a sick little girl

11 Dirty and hard

12 With a breast plate made of metal

13 She drives all day in her rusty Buick

14 Her feet don't reach the pedals

15 Got a jar of flies, father's disguise where his heart should be

16 Her mouth is sewn together

17 She screams with those eyes

18 And he says she's as sick as she is lovely

19 And in need of my hand

20 Yeah he uses his hands

21 He tells her "you are never worthy"

22 She was all alone you see

23 That's her reality

24 Should have been sleeping

25 Should have been dreaming

26 But I wake up to broken glass

27 There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class

28 I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand

29 To save my poor mother from the junkyard man

30 And I say he's as sick as he is lovely

31 And in need of a hand

32 He will know he's not worthy

33 Because he will die alone you see

34 That's his reality

35 But I'm not sick

36 I am lovely

37 And hatred is the curse of man

38 And I will not feel unworthy

39 Because I have washed my hands you see

40 That's my reality