Angie Aparo - Junkyard lyrics

[Verse 1: Zac Brown] I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there out of place You know there's hell to pay [Chorus 1:] And he said, "You're as sick as 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 [Verse 2:] He had a sick little girl Dirty and hard, with a breast plate made of metal She drives all day in her rusty Buick And her feet don't reach the pedals Got a jar of flies, father's disguise Where his heart should be Her mouth is sewn together She screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes) She screams with those eyes [Chorus 2:] "She fell sick, she is lovely And in need of my hand." (Yeah he uses his hands) He tells her, "You are never worthy." She was all alone, you see? That was her reality [Bridge:] Yeah, when I should have been sleeping Should have been dreaming But I wake up to broken gla** There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom cla** I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand To save my poor mother from the junkyard man! [Chorus 3:] He's as sick as she is lovely And in need of a hand He will know he's not worthy When he dies alone, you see? That's his reality [Chorus 4:] I'm not sick, I am lovely Hatred is the curse of man I will not feel unworthy Because I have washed my hands, you see? That's my reality