Junk
Junk
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two
Brokenhearted jubilee
Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree
Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da La da da da
Buy, Buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da da da la la la la la
Candlesticks, building bricks,
something old and new
Memories for you and me
Words and Music by Paul McCartney
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And its prejudiced
As he controlled to be this way
To make it different so he would take
One summer morning He left us ashamed
In some small town of small ways
The one they feared They might turn to stone
They feared to hold his hand
And he died alone
They might turn to stone
Oh no
Don't leave them on - an island of shame
Your solution You - homophobic You - coward
You send them away
To an island of misery
You're not immune to any disease
I can not argue when the truth is plain to see
In your beliefs, your fear of death
As he controlled to be this way
To make it different so he would take
One summer morning He left us ashamed
In some small town of small ways
The one they feared They might turn to stone
They feared to hold his hand
And he died alone
They might turn to stone
Oh no
Don't leave them on - an island of shame
Your solution You - homophobic You - coward
You send them away
To an island of misery
You're not immune to any disease
I can not argue when the truth is plain to see
In your beliefs, your fear of death