Valley Of The Dead Cars Lyrics - Fatima Mansions

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 death 

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