my heart is a junkyard organ

no i wasn’t born this way

but somewhere along the line i saw a dead coyote cry

and my heart got thrown away

i ask him to make love in the graveyard

he says his type is more love and light

every day i pray for the rot to burrow its way

like little worms making homes

on my face

there is a place i go where i don’t have to hide

there’s a table full of moonlight

trash raining from the sky

i take no umbrella, i dont shield my eyes

i ain’t afraid to be alive

i open my mouth and am fed by

the fly infested bed

my heart is trashy, baby

it’ll be trashy til im dead