My, my, my
What can I tell you this time?
When you asked me who cut your brakes, and
Who set your jacket on fire
Jimmy tells me
I'm his junkyard angel of dreams
I can do anything that I please
He'll watch me eat the fuckers alive


Look into these wild, wild eyes
If I tell you that I love you
I am lying


Across the sewer walls
Up to the ceilings, I've painted pictures of us
Making love till we're bleeding
Oh Lord, why?
Have you cursed me with this kind of mind
It's filthy, it's cruel and unkind
I can't control it if I еven tried


Look into thesе wild, wild eyes
If I tell you that I love you
I am lying

And all your friends, they came looking
A neighbor had said that they'd heard something
I told them it was just some guard dog howling
But Jimmy and I
We had you tied up in the attic


My, my, my
What can I tell you this time?
I've done it again, yes, I've lied
I'm going back to my junkyard to hide
I'm going back to my junkyard


I'm going back to my junkyard
We're just angels in a junkyard
I'm going back to my junkyard