Junkyard Square
I live down in Junkyard Square
Where they use to make machines
Hungry child just stares at me
We’ve got no food to eat
Show your badge and you can pass
From sea to shining sea
Graveyards full of all my friends
And those I’ll never meet
Mr. President where’s all your people
Made all your friends Kings and Queens
There’s no school, no church, just a steeple
And nice puppet show once a week
If God came down in his U.F.O.
Well you’d still want to see some I.D.
Then give him some of your precious land
And ask him to bless all your thieves
What you see will always be
Always make believe
Too many seeds and cherry trees
In Washington D.C.
They say it’s good to dream
Yea you can always dream
And if you don’t mind the price
You can buy one
From the man selling make believe
I live down in Junkyard Square
Where they use to make machines
© 1/11/1997, William Grant Preston
