Love Junkyard

Rickie Lee Jones · Pop Pop [2009]

Dented bodies, broken souls

Wilted roses, hearts grow cold

Unhappy endings and shattered dreams

Take us all to [Incomprehensible]



Where's the candlelight, where's the smiles

Man this place goes on for miles

There's heaps and heaps of wedding rings

Equal space for tramps and kings



There's no Dobermans though or security guards

At the love junkyard

Open twenty four hours, come as you are

Yeah to the love junkyard



Tanks of teardrops shed in vain

Mix it with the pouring rain

Promises go up in smoke

Freight cars full of abandoned hope



There's no Dobermans though or security guards

At the love junkyard

Open twenty four hours, come as you are

Yeah to the love junkyard



Tiny trysts and grand affairs

There's no more need for teddy bears

The time for pretty words has past

So fly the flag of love half mast

At the love



There's no Dobermans though or security guards

At the love junkyard

Open twenty four hours, come as you are

Yeah to the love junkyard, to the love



To the love junkyard

Is that you, is that you, is that you baby, is that you, yeah

It's all broken in two, look what I've done for you

Love, love, love