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Junkyard - Zac Brown Band

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 says

You're as sick 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 was 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
Feet don't reach the pedals

Got a jar of flies a fathers disguise

Where his heart should be
Her mouth is sown together

She screams with those eyes

She screams with those eyes
She screams with those eyes
She's as sick

She is lovely and in need of my hand
Yeah in need this the those hand

He tells her you are never worthy

She was all alone you see

That was her reality

Well shoulda been sleepin shoulda been dreaming
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 junk yard man
And I say
He is lovely

And in need of a hand

He will know he's not worthy

He will die alone you see that's his reality

I'm not sick I am lovely

Hatred is the curse of man
I will not feel unworthy

'Cause I've washed my hands you see

That's my reality