Junkyard Chords

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F                                Gm
You, me, and all the kings and queens

Buried in the junkyard,

F                                Gm
And every time the herald Cherub sings

We rattle with the car parts

F                            Gm
I was born to lie here patiently

Be dragged on by the black star

F                                 Gm
And you were told to glow majestically

And love until your hands bleed

F                               Gm
You stole your mother's whitest gown

Swallowed like a sunbeam

F                                  Gm
And I stole your father's crusted crown

It shook us like a bad dream

F                         Gm
They warned to lie impatiently

Waiting for the big swing

F                                     Gm
And you were more than dressing for a feast

Eat until your teeth bleed

C                Bb              Am
Oh my royalty my hand goes out to you
           Bb       Am
You look painfully true
      Bb       C
But I saw you cry
         Bb       C
Like you used to laugh
         Bb        C
When you looked around 
         Bb         C
Were you looking back
     Bb       C
At a lonely love
      Bb         C
As to sprouting beans
         Bb        C
No one's quite as bloom
        Bb      C
As they play to be
        Bb       C
I would love to stay
       Bb        C
But my work is through
        Bb       C
I'm the truest song
        Bb       C
That was never true

*end on F

J. Cooper