Tono: A
AandGstringsAm
And I have lived in a junkyard, where the weeds eat up the rainAm
You get anything there, you are out of placeAm
You know there's hell to pay
FCG
And say, "You're are sick, as you are lovelyFCG
And in need of a hand"FCG
He tells me, you are never worthy
FCFC
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