This is the live performance of Junkyard by Zac Brown Band and Angie Aparo at the Fox Theater in Atlanta Georgia. After listening to this song a multitude of times I have come to believe this song is from a child's point of view about an abusive, absent, and negligent father. The lyrics are below, If you have any other insight of the meaning of this song let me know.
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
And he says, "You are sick as you are lovely, and in need of my hand"
He tells me, "You are never worthy"
But I was just a child you see, that's my reality
He had a sick little girl, dirty, and harmed
With a breast plate made of metal
Drives all day in a rusty buick, feet don't reach the pedals
Got a jar of flies, a fathers disguise, where his heart should be, her mouth is sewn together
She screams with those eyes
And he says, "She's as sick as she is lovely and in need of my hand"
He tells her, you are never worthy
She was all alone you see...thats her reality....yeah
Shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming, 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
And I say, "he's as sick as he is lovely, and in need of a hand"
And he will know he's not worthy
Cause he will die alone you see, that's his reality
I'm not sick, I am lovely, just lonely, and hatred is the curse of man
And I will not feel unworthy
Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my Reality
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