Junkyard歌词

I have lived in a junkyard
Where the ****s eat up the rain
If you get anything there out of place
You know there's hell to pay
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
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 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
Yeah, when I should have been sleeping
Should have been dreaming
But I wake up to broken glass
There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand
To save my poor mother from the junkyard man!
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
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