I live on the outskirts of your town I pick up pieces of your dirty trash I'm the king of the lost and found
Can't you see the moon is rising? Can't you hear the planes are flying? Did you know they came from my hands In God we trust well that's my story Let them have the fame and glory I'll just watch the hill fires rise
I save the other human race These dirty ragged clothes And save this planet from disgrace
Can't you see the moon is rising? Can't you hear the planes are flying? Did you know they came from my hands In God we trust well that's my story Let them have the fame and glory I'll just watch the hill fires rise Ah, here come the junkman
Can't you see the moon is rising? Can't you hear the planes are flying? Did you know they came from my hands In God we trust well that's my story Let them have the fame and glory I'll just watch the hill fires rise More from Black Stone Cherry