Carey Alexander - Mr. Junkyard Man

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

Written by:
Carey Alexander

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