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 lullaby And would she love you for a dollar more? You know she seems to Like all the ones before, all the ones before A thin-legged girl with rust-red hair Sits on the bonnet with both knees bared The heart is an engine going nowhere He says he loves her And they are both alone In the junkyard Statues of scrap and bone, scrap and bone Mmmm... scrap and bone Don't you know that time eats metal and man now, just the same? What survives are all the things we thought we had thrown away And would you think it strange? Spare parts for sale Sign your name (your name) You own me (You) You own me (Own) You own me (Me) Da-da dum Da-da dum dum dum She came here once as a child of ten Crawled through the dust and Cadillac dens Didn't know the use of a backseat then He said he loved her And she is all alone In the junkyard No place like home (no place like home) No place like home (no place like home) No place like home (no place like home) No place like home