Even an undertaker
Can never get his hands out clean
A smile, we can fake it, we're so mean
So who you really wanna please?
And what you really want from me?
'Cause all I really got right now, it fits to a tee
Oh, the places we'll go
With all the life I hold
On our way, soon we'll know
Before my hands turn cold
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Heaven has no space for what I need
I'm flown away and gone to waste
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Even the stars are dead now
And people taken by machine
Lost in a mystic skyline, Bowie's dreams
So what's the point of livin' clean
When you're hidin' dirt beneath your feet?
That all I really got right now fits to a tee
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Heaven has no space for what I need
I'm flown away and gone to waste
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Oh, the places we'll go
With all the life I hold
On our way, soon we'll know
Before my hands turn cold
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
Junk Video (MV)
Performed By: Sticky Fingers
Length: 3:49
Written by: Daniel Neurath, Dann Hume, Dylan James Dean Frost, Eric Da Silva Gruener, Patrick Joseph Cornwall, Seamus Jack Coyle
Sticky Fingers - Junk Lyrics
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Even an undertaker
Can never get his hands out clean
A smile, we can fake it, we're so mean
So who you really wanna please?
And what you really want from me?
'Cause all I really got right now, it fits to a tee
Oh, the places we'll go
With all the life I hold
On our way, soon we'll know
Before my hands turn cold
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Heaven has no space for what I need
I'm flown away and gone to waste
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Even the stars are dead now
And people taken by machine
Lost in a mystic skyline, Bowie's dreams
So what's the point of livin' clean
When you're hidin' dirt beneath your feet?
That all I really got right now fits to a tee
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Heaven has no space for what I need
I'm flown away and gone to waste
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Oh, the places we'll go
With all the life I hold
On our way, soon we'll know
Before my hands turn cold
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
Can never get his hands out clean
A smile, we can fake it, we're so mean
So who you really wanna please?
And what you really want from me?
'Cause all I really got right now, it fits to a tee
Oh, the places we'll go
With all the life I hold
On our way, soon we'll know
Before my hands turn cold
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Heaven has no space for what I need
I'm flown away and gone to waste
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Even the stars are dead now
And people taken by machine
Lost in a mystic skyline, Bowie's dreams
So what's the point of livin' clean
When you're hidin' dirt beneath your feet?
That all I really got right now fits to a tee
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Heaven has no space for what I need
I'm flown away and gone to waste
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Oh, the places we'll go
With all the life I hold
On our way, soon we'll know
Before my hands turn cold
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
Writer: Daniel Neurath, Dann Hume, Dylan James Dean Frost, Eric Da Silva Gruener, Patrick Joseph Cornwall, Seamus Jack Coyle
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC