Clunk

Come on over, over my dear
And let me whisper in your ear
I live in the trash can down by the junkyard
Why don't you come by? It's close to here

Clunk
I live in junk, my friend
It's all that I know
It's my station
Clunk
I live in junk, my friend
It's all that I know
It's my station

Old bicycles, and shifting gears
Stuff that they don't even touch for years
It sits in my junkyard all safe and gnarly
Peace of mind's the only thing missing here

Clunk
I live in junk, my friend
It's all that I know
It's my station
Clunk
I live in junk, my friend
It's all that I know
It's my station

Can we just sit down and watch the sun?
As it burns down our home, our lovely home
The rotting smell I've gotten used to
It feels there's nothing I alone can do

So the trash collects

Clunk
Come on over
Clunk
So come on over, dear
Clunk
Come on over
Clunk
Come on over, dear



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew James Robinson
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