My mind is filled with junk
I might take a drive and
Empty out the trunk
Old clothes and school reviews Quirky cutlery I never used
I should have long ago But then I didn't know
And I might drive around town
See what my lousy neighbors have laying around Their lawns are wild with weeds
I wonder who put all the junk in these vacant streets Some's put here long ago
But I had never known
It was junk
Dear Misses Reid
Won't you hear me please
The look on your face says
It's not gonna be easy
With a smile full of teeth
A bag of junk in my hand
I walk out that door being a better man
The house is full of mould
It's still standing but the pipes are old
I can't get out no more
Think I'll drown in the quicksand of my door The attic's filled with dust
My old bike is gone to rust
Now it's junk
Dear Misses Reid
Won't you hear me please
The look on your face says
It's not gonna be easy
With a smile full of teeth
A bag of junk in my hand
I walk out that door being a better man
Though unintentionally
I've confronted most my enemies
In silence they await
Until a sudden sound dissolves their fate
Junk Video (MV)
Performed By: Dawn Brothers
Language: English
Length: 5:00
Written by: Bas van Holt, Levi Vis, Raphael Schwiddessen, Rowan de Vos
Dawn Brothers - Junk Lyrics
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My mind is filled with junk
I might take a drive and
Empty out the trunk
Old clothes and school reviews Quirky cutlery I never used
I should have long ago But then I didn't know
And I might drive around town
See what my lousy neighbors have laying around Their lawns are wild with weeds
I wonder who put all the junk in these vacant streets Some's put here long ago
But I had never known
It was junk
Dear Misses Reid
Won't you hear me please
The look on your face says
It's not gonna be easy
With a smile full of teeth
A bag of junk in my hand
I walk out that door being a better man
The house is full of mould
It's still standing but the pipes are old
I can't get out no more
Think I'll drown in the quicksand of my door The attic's filled with dust
My old bike is gone to rust
Now it's junk
Dear Misses Reid
Won't you hear me please
The look on your face says
It's not gonna be easy
With a smile full of teeth
A bag of junk in my hand
I walk out that door being a better man
Though unintentionally
I've confronted most my enemies
In silence they await
Until a sudden sound dissolves their fate
I might take a drive and
Empty out the trunk
Old clothes and school reviews Quirky cutlery I never used
I should have long ago But then I didn't know
And I might drive around town
See what my lousy neighbors have laying around Their lawns are wild with weeds
I wonder who put all the junk in these vacant streets Some's put here long ago
But I had never known
It was junk
Dear Misses Reid
Won't you hear me please
The look on your face says
It's not gonna be easy
With a smile full of teeth
A bag of junk in my hand
I walk out that door being a better man
The house is full of mould
It's still standing but the pipes are old
I can't get out no more
Think I'll drown in the quicksand of my door The attic's filled with dust
My old bike is gone to rust
Now it's junk
Dear Misses Reid
Won't you hear me please
The look on your face says
It's not gonna be easy
With a smile full of teeth
A bag of junk in my hand
I walk out that door being a better man
Though unintentionally
I've confronted most my enemies
In silence they await
Until a sudden sound dissolves their fate
Writer: Bas van Holt, Levi Vis, Raphael Schwiddessen, Rowan de Vos
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network