Lyrics:
bitter
Had he never reconsidered
Falling up
To the top of the junk pile wearing a big smile
Falling up
To the top of the heap with my tongue in cheek
turn
Umm, she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn
Well, whose junk pile piece
There's a girl in the backyard
Banging on her drum
Sitting in a junk pile laughing at the sun
Singing "Ah ah ah
I just wanna be a rockstar"
There's
from your hanging lanterns
Break the sea with your blackened anchors
And you might end up a floating junk pile
But you can always scramble to salvage
Where's the cash where's your smile
Brain smashed thinking style
Snowy ash over miles
Explode flash junk piles
Who is this who are you?
Did they miss
Lily pulled a horseshoe from a pile of junk
Said I'm gonna keep this good luck piece
Of iron inside my truck
The boy just whispered OK
And grabbed
In 1925 she stole the show
But that was many, many years ago
Abandoned in a pile of useless junk
I found her never to be lost again
While I'm
We were as young as we were dumb
When we piled in a ol' pile of junk
It was one for all, and all for one
A bunch of outlaws without a gun
plans that never work
Systematic junk pile gone berserk
Vanished paradise dreams of life
Exiled mayhem burden of strife
Skyline of mystery holds some
where is my cash
where's your smile
brain smashed thinking style
snowy ash over miles
explode flash
junk piles
who is this
who are you
did they
My drawer’s overflowing
from all the shit I’ve crammed in there.
And junk piles keep on growing
but I’m too fucked to care.
Oh yeah
I tend to stay
There's a girl in the backyard bangin' on her drum
Sittin' in a junk pile laughing at the sun
Singin' "ah ha ha, I just wanna be a rockstar"
There's
Fall of the house: Make base introductions
To follow through a junk pile
Hidden in the closet
When you walk through the halls
Like a person in
the junk pile
Good friends flew away
With the ceilings and walls
Some we found them miles away
Some we never found at all
So much sorrow
So much crying
I
turn
Umm, she was made for the straight aways
She grew up hating Chevrolets
She's a rocket, she was made to burn
Well, whose junk pile piece
drivers on the bum
And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb
Casey Jones kept his junk pile running
Casey Jones was working double time
you toss me on the junk pile
I'll waltz right through that silver turnstile
Live out my busker dreams
Offer up my whisper screams
Whether I'm true
walk alone
In this junk pile we call home
I never knew what all these parts were for
I've been here for a long time
I know you feel it too
Hand in
down the junk pile
When I fell in love with Glitterdust
When I made it home to that town
You were waiting there encased in ice
In a cryogenic slumber
All
Take me to the junk yard
Throw me in the pile with others
I have broken down beyond repair
System overload
There's a bug inside the code
Of my
What am I to do with this broken scrap of a heart
I'll just burn it in the junk pile
Up in smoke
With my shattered brain
It don't work like it used
Why do some games only have one save file
Makes me wanna toss it right in the junk pile
Maybe older games just didn't have the space
But it shouldn't
a thousand times
Ain't nothin' at all
I built my life
Out of a pile of junk
Tomorrow never comes
If I can just stay drunk
If there were good old days, they're
blums
Young Money, young guns, heroes, unsung
Give that bitch pom poms, touch down my nigga
Sittin' on my money, a junk pile my nigga
Don't come 'round my
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