Truck Farm (Assembly of Dust)

With baited breath and open arms I passed the gates of an old junkyard It was a truck farm with crops of trucks I laid down cash and I picked one up laid down cash and I tried my luck This ain''t no joke the motor runs but the gears are broke This ain''t no lie the wheels won''t turn damn thing won''t drive This ain''t no good at all So I kicked the tires and I popped the hood The truth poured out like I thought it would I had been swindled but the deal was made Never gonna see the bread I paid I''ll never see the bread I paid The seller was a cheater and this overheating beater doesn''t work I really want to leave here but this overheating beater doesn''t work I found some gas out in the back poured it free and I struck a match the flames were ragging, so I turned around The more I looked the less I found I guess this farm''s got barren ground