Junk

Even an undertaker Can never get his hands out clean A smile, we can fake it, we're so mean So who you really wanna please? And what you really want from me? 'Cause all I really got right now, it fits to a tee Oh, the places we'll go With all the life I hold On our way, soon we'll know Before my hands turn cold Heaven knows no place for junk like me I'm flown away and gone to waste Heaven has no space for what I need I'm flown away and gone to waste I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy Even the stars are dead now And people taken by machine Lost in a mystic skyline, Bowie's dreams So what's the point of livin' clean When you're hidin' dirt beneath your feet? That all I really got right now fits to a tee Heaven knows no place for junk like me I'm flown away and gone to waste Heaven has no space for what I need I'm flown away and gone to waste I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy Oh, the places we'll go With all the life I hold On our way, soon we'll know Before my hands turn cold Heaven knows no place for junk like me --- Junk - Sticky Fingers