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Mr. Junkyard Man
by Carey Alexander
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Waste a little bit for me
Save up for the kids for me
Mr. Junkyard Man runs on odds and ends
I've been served two types of pie
The one it's cold, but the two it pipes
You're either spinning free or sitting tight
I see you get to be the one that pays the price for my crimes
That's how we roll, that's how we work
That's why we shake and we shiver
That's how we grow it in the dirt
That's why we're worn and we're weathered, and storms
Mr. Junkyard Man throws a monkey wrench at them again
The little bitty baby, he just left it dead
He blew the lid right off Of Mr. Jabberwock, I said
Shady little baby made the slender man
He throws the Adolf wrench right at the Monkey Mensch
Call me Mr. Junkyard Man, I'll get you what I garbage can
This worn out world's a jamboree, so stomp your hands and clap your feet for me
Eir ist der Ubermensch, yeah, he's ya Supertramp
From kingdom come, to kingdom came, to kingdom gone, to back again
From kingdom come, to kingdom came, to kingdom gone, again
So it goes
Call it cold, call it the worst, until you're tarred and feathered, of course
Call it cold, call it your curse
You'll make it work
It's a whole world, it's a whole war
It's a whole world, and it's all yours
A whole world in my hands, it's a whole world in my hands
This here garbage man cooks up rotten plans
Odd jobs, cons and scams, gambits and flim-flams
I rummage in the dirt, but I'm scrounging real food
I wash my filthy hands, then work the mark again, again
These junkyard dogs, they are not hounding me
They get to prowl the lot, I let them howl for free
And as the junkyard man, I rigged that backwoods jam that you're in
Watch how I cross my eyes, and I rot my teeth
A life of foaming at the mouth and combing through debris
And that's the jig I jam in this big old world we work in
It's a whole, big, old world to work with
Call it cold, call it cursed
So it hurts, but it's yours, you'll make it work
It's a whole world
It's a whole world you can't understand before you sink in sand
It's a whole world
It's a cold world, and it's all yours
It's a whole world, and it's all yours
You've got the bold world, in your hands
And boy is it a rigmarole for Mr. Junkyard Man and his garbage band
I'll die upon a hill while rummaging in filth
In rubbish, I am skilled
I'm lost again it seems in mastering routines
I'm running out of heads for my guillotine
It pleases me to take a bite off yours in this world
It's a whole world
Little bitty baby, apple of my pie could teach that Jesus Christ about a sacrifice
Waste a little bit for me
Save up for the kids for me
Mr. Junkyard Man runs on odds and ends
I've been served two types of pie
The one it's cold, but the two it pipes
You're either spinning free or sitting tight
I see you get to be the one that pays the price for my crimes
That's how we roll, that's how we work
That's why we shake and we shiver
That's how we grow it in the dirt
That's why we're worn and we're weathered, and storms
Mr. Junkyard Man throws a monkey wrench at them again
The little bitty baby, he just left it dead
He blew the lid right off Of Mr. Jabberwock, I said
Shady little baby made the slender man
He throws the Adolf wrench right at the Monkey Mensch
Call me Mr. Junkyard Man, I'll get you what I garbage can
This worn out world's a jamboree, so stomp your hands and clap your feet for me
Eir ist der Ubermensch, yeah, he's ya Supertramp
From kingdom come, to kingdom came, to kingdom gone, to back again
From kingdom come, to kingdom came, to kingdom gone, again
So it goes
Call it cold, call it the worst, until you're tarred and feathered, of course
Call it cold, call it your curse
You'll make it work
It's a whole world, it's a whole war
It's a whole world, and it's all yours
A whole world in my hands, it's a whole world in my hands
This here garbage man cooks up rotten plans
Odd jobs, cons and scams, gambits and flim-flams
I rummage in the dirt, but I'm scrounging real food
I wash my filthy hands, then work the mark again, again
These junkyard dogs, they are not hounding me
They get to prowl the lot, I let them howl for free
And as the junkyard man, I rigged that backwoods jam that you're in
Watch how I cross my eyes, and I rot my teeth
A life of foaming at the mouth and combing through debris
And that's the jig I jam in this big old world we work in
It's a whole, big, old world to work with
Call it cold, call it cursed
So it hurts, but it's yours, you'll make it work
It's a whole world
It's a whole world you can't understand before you sink in sand
It's a whole world
It's a cold world, and it's all yours
It's a whole world, and it's all yours
You've got the bold world, in your hands
And boy is it a rigmarole for Mr. Junkyard Man and his garbage band
I'll die upon a hill while rummaging in filth
In rubbish, I am skilled
I'm lost again it seems in mastering routines
I'm running out of heads for my guillotine
It pleases me to take a bite off yours in this world
It's a whole world
Little bitty baby, apple of my pie could teach that Jesus Christ about a sacrifice
