Junk

What's the harm
It's just a little fun
A means to run away
'Till you can't see straight

A head full of junk
You only get one
A head full of junk
You only get one

Wake up sour-brained
Just to do the same
Just to hear it all
The echoes down the hall
A brain turned to mush
Cold to the touch
A brain took too much
Cold to the touch

A head full of junk
You only get one
A head full of junk
You only get one
You only get one



Credits
Writer(s): Cult Creatures
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