Intro
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Verse 1
AmCAmC
I have lived in a junkyard where the weeds eat up the rain
AmCAm
You get anything there out of place you know there's hell to pay
Chorus
FCG
And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely
FCG
And in need of a hand"
FCG
He tells me, 'you are never worthy'
FCFC
But I was just a child, you see, that was my reality
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Verse 2
AmC
He had a sick little girl dirty and hard with a breast plate made of metal
AmC
She drives all day in her rusty Buick and her feet don't reach the pedals
AmC
Got a jar of flies, her father's disguise where his heart should be
Am
Her mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes)
Chorus
FCG
She's as sick, as she is lovely
FCG
And in need of my hand where he uses his hands
FCG
He tells her, 'you are never worthy'
FCFC
She was all alone you see, that was her reality
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Verse 3
AmC
Well I shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming but I wake up to broken glass
AmC
There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
AmC
I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand
Am
To save my poor mother from the junk yard man
Chorus
FCG
He's as sick as she is lovely
FCG
And in need of a hand
FCG
He will know he's not worthy
FCFC
When he dies alone you see, that's his reality
FCG
I'm not sick, I am lovely
FCG
Hatred is the curse of man
FCG
I will not feel unworthy
FCFC
'Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality
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