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Junkyard Heart Lyrics - Singles - Anthony Mendez

RUNNING ON BROKEN/JUNKYARD HEART 

 

We all wanna be people in a magazine 

Strike it rich,make the scene 

Die rightnow or live out our dream 

TonightI'm cashing in my rain check with you 

So baby, I guess some do come true 

I use to ride in them cars that only looked good 

Now I won't settle unless theres something under the hood 

I've paidthe price for dreaming 

Buttonightwere saving up a few to believe in 

 

You get this engine running 

Running on a broken heart 

Looking for a place to start 

Running on broken parts 

 

We drive that high road of Treason 

Them losers on main street are always in season 

From up here the worlds problems appear smaller 

Jacked up frames make us just a little taller 

We sat back and watched our fathers hearts take the bust 

I'drather start her up, then stand towatch her rust 

 

You get this engine running 

Going on a broken heart 

Looking for a place to start 

Running on broken parts 

 

Leaving,cause here they'reforeclosing dreams 

We always pay for them free rides, or so it seems 

self-maid sinners and self proclaimed winners 

Hitch a ride back to realitytonight 

In the back of marked cars, through the park 

We burned this town down all from a few sparks 

 

You get this engine running 

Rolling on a broken parts 

Looking for a place to start 

Running on a broken parts 

 

We'llride it together, baby you and me 

 

Ride the line of plans and schemes 

It just might be a little hope, the hope that sets me free 

Tired of living out a blind mans dream 

They say men like me end up dead or in jail 

There's only two lanes to choose our path to prevail 

They built this town on favors invested in tomorrow 

Now they say we got to payback a barrow 

Running on fumes, running on fumes, fueling up on the sorrow 

 

In the junkyard of your heart 

You always find the right parts