Love Junkyard

Dented bodies, broken souls

Wilted roses, hearts grow cold

Unhappy endings and shattered dreams

There go all the nearly-real things

Where's the candlelight, where's the smiles?

Man, this place goes on for miles

There's heaps and heaps of wedding rings

Equal space for tramps and kings

There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard

Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard

Tanks of teardrops shed in vain

Mixin with the pourin' rain

Promises go up in smoke

Freight cars full of hurt and hope

There's no doberman dog or security guard at the love junkyard

Open twenty four hours, come as you are, yeah, to the love junkyard

Tiny trysts or grand affairs, there’s no more need for teddy bears

The time for pretty words has past, so fly the flag of love half mast

At the love junkyard

There's no dobermans though or security guards at the love junkyard

Open twenty four hours, bring your broken heart, to the love junkyard

To the love, to the love junkyard

Is that you? is that you? Baby, is that you?

Look what I've done to you ...