(Verse)
I have lived in a junkyard
Where the weeds eat up the rain
If you get anything there even out of place
You know there's hell to pay

(Chorus)
And he said
'You're as sick as you are lovely and in need of a hand'
He tells me 'you are neva worthy'
But I was just a child, u see
That's my reality

(Verse 2)
He had a sick little girl, dirty and hard
With a breast plate made of metal
She drives all day in her rusty Buick
Her feet don't reach the pedals
Got a jar of flies, her father's disguise 
Where his heart should be
Her mouth is sewn together
She screams with those eyes (x3)

(Chorus)
'She's as sick as she is lovely and in need of my hand'
Yeah, he uses his hands
He tells her 'u are neva worthy'
She was all alone, u see
That's her reality

(Bridge)
Shoulda been sleepin', shoulda been dreamin'
But I wake up to broken glass
There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand
To save my poor mother from the junkyard man

(Chorus)
And I say 
'He's as sick as he is lovely and in need of a hand'
He will know he's not worthy becos' he will die alone u see
That's his reality but I'm not sick, I am lovely
And hatred is the curse of man & I will not feel unworthy
Because I have washed my hands you see, that's my reality