Junkyard Page France [F]You, me, and all the kings and qu[Gm]eens Buried in the junkyard, [F]And every time the herald Cherub [Gm]sings We rattle with the car parts [F]I was born to lie here patien[Gm]tly Be dragged on by the black star [F]And you were told to glow majestic[Gm]ally And love until your hands bleed [F]You stole your mother's whitest [Gm]gown Swallowed like a sunbeam [F]And I stole your father's crusted c[Gm]rown It shook us like a bad dream [F]They warned to lie impat (guitartabs.cc)