K. D. Lang - Hooked on Junk

Through garbage dumps
He sought his game
The things thrown out
Were the things he gained.

Back alley waste
And dirt from litter
He collected it all
And he ate it for dinner, dinner, dinner.

Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk, junk
Junk, junk, junk.

How could a man write such stuff
What about real life
What about the way things really are.


What a gross person she was
Sally threw her head back
She began to up, up, upheave violently
Her guts tore from the sickening chore.

Detecting something foul
She cried out for more bowel
"More bowel", she cried
"More bowel!"

She found her head
Lying in a bowl of toilet collectibles
Collectibles
Collectibles.

I could see she was sick
So I called her lawyer
And ordered some
(Quick, Quik)

Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk
Hooked on junk
Junk, junk, junk, junk...

Lyrics licensed by LyricFind