The Crazy World of Arthur Brown - Junkyard King | Текст песни

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The Crazy World of Arthur Brown - Junkyard King Lyrics

(Verse)
I got body parts for some dream machine
And the shadow lands where the towers lean
I got silver sin in my oil black heart
I got wasted time, I've got no head start
Cuz I'm a junkyard king building up your heap
From rejected treasure that you got cheap
Well, tell me baby about your gold pain
For ejected love, that acted through the rain(?)

(Chorus)
Well, come up and see my plasma torch
Break you down to your skin and bone
Lift up your heart to this saggy pile
Wrap you up and send you home

(Interlude)
Send you home! Uh, don't urinate in my microwave
Do it ova there

(Verse 2)
The world ring is black in my part of town
There's a one way track that I'm travelling down
I'm gonna fill my heart with a silver load
I'm a work of art, I'm a wasteland toad
I was a clean boy too, with a smart disguise
But I always knew that my truth would rise
So I held my breath and I dug alone
To this underworld, to this broken show

(Chorus)
Come up and see my plasma torch
Break you down to your skin and bone
Lift up your heart to this saggy pile
Wrap you up and send you...
I'll send you home!

(Bridge)
This desolation
Rolls and rolls of wrecks
Engine parts-clamation
I pay my respects
With bits of television
Mocken household trash
In the dirt and drivel
Where I keep my cash

(Verse 3)
When I was cold, my heart was numb
I was sold and old when I was young
No house and children for someone like me
My soul is empty, oh, the city heat

(Chorus x2)
Come up and see my plasma torch
Break you down to your skin and bone
Lift up your heart to this saggy pile
Wrap you up and send you home

(Bridge)
This ain't no life for someone like me
I've always dreamed, mad mystique
When I was young and taken away from
The rightful home
Yeah, wait till I make the royal family
Yeah, I'm gonna bring em down to my heap
Baby, then you're gonna want me
Yeah, then you're gonna want my children
I'm a slag hit man, but I do the best I can
Yeah, I got respect, well, you'll neva know what'd come next