الأغاني: Deep Purple. Rapture of the Deep. Junkyard Blues.

Broken down relations, beaten up guitars
Making one last appearance in a heap of old cars
Brambles and weeds are flourishing amongst
Lines of empty bottles and rambling drunks

Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone, always remind me of home

One of a dozen covered with stains
Blistered and stinking was all that remained
Cannibalized machines, mysterious bones
The unwanted contents of anonymous homes

Ha, those junkyard blues sound familiar
Take me back, always remind me of home

Mangy old dog scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes surrendering to rust
All this stuff was good for something
Here it is now, it's good for nothing

Ha, junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone, always remind me of home