In the Junkyard I find

[Verse] Broken strings and rusty cans Building dreams with my own hands Found my music in the scraps Hope and rhythm in the gaps [Verse 2] Tin can drums and bottle chimes Played my heart out all the time Echoes rang through iron bones Made a stage out of old stones [Chorus] In the junkyard I find Songs that free my mind Raise a voice so clear Turning trash to cheer [Verse 3] Greasy gears and metal sheets Melodies from old receipts Every note a burst of hope For our planet we can cope [Bridge] Made a beat from rusty nails And the world It never fails To listen to our humble band Music born from every hand [Chorus] In the junkyard I find Songs that free my mind Raise a voice so clear Turning trash to cheer