.Mmmm...
Scrapheap haven, cast-off town
Where the cars pile high until they tumble down
On the dogs in the alley, the girls in the cut-price gowns
Junkyard ladies, sleep-stained eyes
On parade for the truckers on leave from their wives
Pay your money, she'll sing you a lulla.
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