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Broken down relations, beaten up guitars Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar I'm never alone, always remind me of home One of a dozen covered with stains Blistered and stinking was all that remained Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones The unwanted contents of anonymous homes Ha, those junkyard blues sound familiar Take me back, always remind me of home Mangy old dog scratching in the dust Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust All this stuff was good for something Here it is now, it's good for nothing Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar I'm never alone, always remind me of home