Broken down relations, beaten up guitars 

Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars 

Brambles and weeds flourishing amongst 

Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks 



Junkyard blues sounds familiar 

I'm never alone 

Always remind me of home 



Once of a dozen covered with stains 

Blistered and stinking was all that remained 

Cannibalised machines, mysterious bones 

Unwanted contents of anonymous homes 



Those junkyard blues sounds familiar 

Take me back 

Always remind me of home 



Mangy old dog scratching in the dust 

Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust 

All this stuff was good for something 

But here it is now, good for nothing 



Junkyard blues sounds familiar 

I'm never alone 

Always remind me of home