My candy shop's a factory
Left in the woods to die
Beneath this settled dust
A fertile field of treasure lies
We, the scavengers, are huntin'
For the beautiful decay
Towards the bottom of the barrel
At the market for the fleas
Stale boxcars on the railroads
One over by the weeds
Raid the scrapyard like a garden
Bring life from rusted bones
My candy shop is a vacant lot
Where anything may grow

Weepin' clowns with cracklin' brows
Piled in the old arcade
Now the children are all workers
Still dreamin' about play
While the freaks stomp through the wasteland
Pullin' flowers from the graves
Towards the bottom of the barrel
At the market for the fleas
One over by the weeds
Raid the scrapyard like a garden
Bring life from rusted bones
My candy shop is a vacant lot
Where anything may grow

Hey!

Like a vessel underwater
Old mills and broken glass
Like a pickup in the backyard
Tree windin' through the cab
This takes me down the backroads
From the mansion to the shack
From the bottom of the barrel
Here's somethin' someone saved
And we bring it to the table
Wonder what we're gonna make
Your scrapyard, my garden
Or so the sayin' goes
You turn water into dead things
And I'll make the dead things grow
Make the dead things grow
Make the dead things grow