I have lived in a junkyard,
Where the weeds eat up the rain
If you get anything there, even 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's my reality
He had a sick little girl, dirty and harmed
With a breast plate made of metal
She drives all day in a rusty Buick
And her feet don't reach the pedals
Got a jar of flies, a father's disguise,
Where his heart should be
A mouth is sown together