[00:47.590]I have lived in a junkyard
[00:54.080]Where the weeds eat up the rain
[01:00.970]If you get anything there out of place
[01:07.820]You know there's hell to pay
[01:26.510]And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely,
[01:32.920]And in need of a hand."
[01:41.040]He tells me, "You are never worthy,"
[01:45.820]But I was just a child, you see?
[01:49.220]That was my reality
[01:59.880]He had a sick little girl
[02:01.600]Dirty and hard, with a breast plate made of metal
[02:06.500]She drives all day in her rusty Buick
[02:09.600]And her feet don't reach the pedals
[02:13.020]Got a jar of flies, father's disguise
[02:16.240]Where his heart should be
[02:19.580]Her mouth is sewn together
[02:22.400]She screams with those eyes(screams with those eyes)
[02:30.820]"She fell sick, she is lovely
[02:36.440]And in need of my hand."(Yeah he uses his hands)
[02:42.430]He tells her, "You are never worthy."
[02:48.990]She was all alone, you see?
[02:51.700]That was her reality
[04:15.900]Yeah, when I should have been sleeping
[04:19.560]Should have been dreaming
[04:21.020]But I wake up to broken glass
[04:23.730]There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
[04:31.130]I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand
[04:37.640]To save my poor mother from the junkyard man!
[04:45.700]He's as sick as she is lovely
[04:52.100]And in need of a hand
[04:58.600]He will know he's not worthy
[05:03.530]When he dies alone, you see?
[05:06.800]That's his reality
[05:10.710]I'm not sick, I am lovely
[05:17.430]Hatred is the curse of man
[05:24.710]I will not feel unworthy
[05:29.180]Because I have washed my hands, you see?
[05:32.530]That's my reality