Album Name : Dirty Birds
Release Date : 2008-09-16
Song Duration : 3:25
Kat Flint Ohio
Mmmm...
Scrapheap haven, cast-off town
Where the cars pile high until they tumble down
All the dogs in the alley, the girls in the cut-price
gowns
Junkyard lady sleep (something)
On parade for the truckers on leave from their wives
Pay your money, she'll sing you a lullaby
And would she love you for a dollar more?
You know she seems to
Like all the ones before, all the ones before
A thin made-up(?) girl with rust-red hair
Sits on the bonnet with both knees bared at
The heart is an engine going nowhere
He says he loves her
And they are both alone
In the junkyard
Statues of scrap and bone, scrap and bone
Mmmm... scrap and bone
Don't you know that time eats metal and men are just
the same?
What survives are all the things we thought we had
thrown away
And would you think it strange
Spare parts for sale
Sign your name (your name)
You own me
(you)
You own me
(own)
You own me
(me)
Da-da dum
Da-da dum dum dum
She came here once as a child of ten
Crawled through the dust and Cadillac dents
Didn't know the use of a backseat then
He said he loved her
And she is all alone
In the junkyard
No place like home (no place like home)
No place like home (no place like home)
No place like home (no place like home)
No place like home
