Junk
Wandering through Waste: Sticky Fingers' Reflections on Life
Lyrics
Even an undertaker
Reflection on the moral stain associated with an undertaker, suggesting an inability to keep one's hands clean from wrongdoing.
Can never get his hands out clean
Expressing the enduring impact of questionable actions, implying a lasting sense of guilt or impurity.
A smile, we can fake it, we're so mean
Highlighting the ability to feign happiness despite inherent cruelty or meanness.
So who you really wanna please?
Raising the question of whom one is truly trying to please, indicating a search for authenticity.
And what you really want from me?
Pondering the genuine desires or expectations someone may have in a relationship.
'Cause all I really got right now, it fits to a tee
Expressing a sense of completeness or satisfaction with the current situation.
Oh, the places we'll go
Anticipation of future experiences and challenges with a positive outlook.
With all the life I hold
Acknowledging the richness and vitality of life's experiences.
On our way, soon we'll know
Expressing the journey of self-discovery and learning that will reveal truths.
Before my hands turn cold
Acknowledging mortality and the limited time to explore life's possibilities.
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
Expressing a feeling of unworthiness or displacement in a heavenly or idealized realm.
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Feeling discarded or wasted, possibly due to personal choices or circumstances.
Heaven has no space for what I need
Perceiving a lack of space or acceptance in an idealized version of heaven.
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Feeling cast aside and abandoned, emphasizing a sense of worthlessness.
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Expressing a desire to break free from constraints and live in a world of fantasy.
Even the stars are dead now
Observing a lifeless or unresponsive state in the stars and people, possibly symbolizing disillusionment.
And people taken by machine
Commenting on the dehumanizing impact of technology or mechanical processes on individuals.
Lost in a mystic skyline, Bowie's dreams
Referencing David Bowie's dreams, suggesting a connection to artistic and visionary pursuits.
So what's the point of livin' clean
Raising the question of the value of leading a morally clean life when hiding darker aspects.
When you're hidin' dirt beneath your feet?
Acknowledging hidden flaws or secrets beneath the surface, challenging the notion of true cleanliness.
That all I really got right now fits to a tee
Reiterating a sense of completeness or satisfaction despite hidden imperfections.
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
Reiteration of feeling unwelcome or incompatible in a heavenly or idealized setting.
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Reemphasizing a sense of being discarded or wasted.
Heaven has no space for what I need
Reiterating a perceived lack of space or acceptance in an idealized version of heaven.
I'm flown away and gone to waste
Reemphasizing a feeling of being cast aside and abandoned.
I'll blow the way, I'm chained in fantasy
Reiterating a desire to break free from constraints and live in a world of fantasy.
Oh, the places we'll go
Reiteration of anticipation for future experiences and challenges.
With all the life I hold
Reiterating the acknowledgment of the richness and vitality of life's experiences.
On our way, soon we'll know
Reiterating the expression of the journey of self-discovery and learning.
Before my hands turn cold
Reiterating the acknowledgment of mortality and the limited time to explore life's possibilities.
Heaven knows no place for junk like me
Reiteration of feeling unwelcome or incompatible in a heavenly or idealized setting.
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