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Scrapheap haven, cast-off town
Where the cars pile high until they tumble down
On the dogs in the alley, the girls in the cut-price gowns

Junkyard ladies, sleep-stained eyes
On parade for the truckers on leave from their wives
Pay your money, she'll sing you a lullaby
And would she love you for a dollar more?
You know she seems to
Like all the ones before, all the ones before

A thin-legged girl with rust-red hair
Sits on the bonnet with both knees bared
The heart is an engine going nowhere
He says he loves her
And they are both alone
In the junkyard

Statues of scrap and bone, scrap and bone
Mmmm... scrap and bone

Don't you know that time eats metal and man now, just the same?
What survives are all the things we thought we had thrown away
And would you think it strange?
Spare parts for sale
Sign your name (your name)

You own me
You own me
You own me

Da-da dum
Da-da dum dum dum

She came here once as a child of ten
Crawled through the dust and Cadillac dens
Didn't know the use of a backseat then
He said he loved her
And she is all alone
In the junkyard

No place like home (no place like home)
No place like home (no place like home)
No place like home (no place like home)
No place like home

Lyrics submitted by celticblade

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