Love Junkyard
Dented bodies, broken souls
Wilted roses, hearts grow cold
Unhappy endings and shattered dreams
The acres of the nearly real thing
Where's the candlelight, where's the smiles
Man this place goes on for miles
There's heaps and heaps of wedding rings
Equal space for tramps and kings
There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tanks of teardrops shed in vain
Mix it with the pouring rain
Promises go up in smoke
Freight cars full of hurt and hope
There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard
Tiny trysts and grand affairs, there's no more need for teddy bears
The time for pretty words has past, so fly the flag of love half mast
At the love....yeah
There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard
Open twenty four hours, bring your broken heart, to the love junkyard
To the love, to the love junkyard
Is that you, is that you, is that you baby, is that you...
It's all broken in two
Look what I've done for you ...