The Fatima Mansions - Valley Of The Dead Cars lyrics

A box full of groceries Rotten clothes, she's torn her knees In the main street chill She sleeps at night in broke-down cars Squirts the dreams into her arms She says, "junkie-man, have your fill." Well, she had friends that went abroad and do not write She says the hardest ones are those who stay behind Chorus: In the valley of the dead cars They would end it all if they could start They sent out their kids to wander the world Now they can rest at last You're out scootin' by the graveyard And you're looking for a brave heart Could've been your lover but you said you never gave You have to be home early Or you'll get smacked 'round the head till bedtime Now you hike the roads on your half-shod feet You hump the devil, you hump the police Criss-cross harlem playing hide-and-seek with d**h And now she lurches off as haughty as a queen To take the waters in old skibbereen--chorus So i took her back with me to my own true place Which was a mildewed and disintegrating cottage Overlooking a disused waterfall And we lay there in silence, fruitless silence Until just before dawn when she rolled over onto me They come withal in their japanese cars They know where the good meal bargains are And they spy by the side of the road In the twilight, rain and storm She juts her thumb in futile haste Contempt to her is sweet to taste The nuns told her, "do not waste sensation." When the towns are all just smoking empty shells She will still be here doing what she does well In the valley of the dead cars At the mouth of a flooded mine I will embrace you hard And we'll wait for the sun to shine In the valley of the dead cars The valley of the dead cars