Ha, those junkyard blues sound familiar
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar
One of a dozen covered with stains
Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
Blistered and stinking was all that remained
All this stuff was good for something
Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone, always remind me of home
Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones
Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks
The unwanted contents of anonymous homes
Here it is now, it's good for nothing
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust
Take me back, always remind me of home