Rusty bikes without wheels

Rearview mirrors without automobiles

A perfect match without fire

A bumpy ride with no spare tyre

These are the parts no one wants to keep

Throw it on the heap

Throw it on the heap

What brings you here to this neck of the woods

To this temple of discarded goods

Collector’s items are few and rare

But you can find them anywhere

So pick up the pieces, dig in deep

Or throw it on the heap

Throw it on the heap

Take this clockwork, its prime in the past

It ain’t no good, it runs too fast

It can’t be trusted, only torn

It is weary it is worn

So take it now, before it falls apart

My junkyard heart

My junkyard heart

Something borrowed, something blue

Something old, nothing new

Nothing gold, a single glove

Hand-me-down kindness, second hand love

You gave me your word – well, talk is cheap

Throw it on the heap

Throw it on the heap