Junkyard Page France
You, me, and all[F] the kings and queens[Gm]
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 impatie[Gm]ntly
Waiting for the big swing
[F]And you were more than dressing for a [Gm]feast
Eat until your teeth bleed
[C]Oh my royalty my [Bb]hand goes out to[Am] you
You look pa[Bb]infully t[Am]rue
But I [Bb]saw you c[C]ry
Like you [Bb]used to l[C]augh
When you [Bb]looked aro[C]und
Were you [Bb]looking bac[C]k
At a [Bb]lonely lo[C]ve
As to [Bb]sprouting b[C]eans
No one's [Bb]quite as b[C]loom
As they [Bb]play to [C]be
I would [Bb]love to s[C]tay
But my [Bb]work is th[C]rough
I'm the [Bb]truest so[C]ng
That was[Bb] never tr[C]ue
*end on F
J. Cooper
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