3 Junk Songtext
von The Three Johns

What a piece of junk
When he speaks his mind
What a pile of junk
And it′s moving baby analog

Pacific wind with her last breath
Is asking for a rest
But she's all go
She′s all go

What a piece of junk
When he speaks his mind
What a pile of junk
And it's moving baby analog


Pacific wind with her last breath
Is asking for a rest
But she's all go
She′s all go
She′s all go
She's all go
She′s all go
She's all go

All the houses lean together
They′re blinkered from the morning sun
Earth movers at the edge of town
They're looking down
Moving earth around

What a piece of junk
When he speaks his mind
What a pile of junk
And it′s moving baby analog

Pacific wind with her last breath
Is asking for a rest
But she's all go
She's all go
She′s all go
She′s all go
She's all go
She′s all go

She's all go