Rusty

Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down

Blood lines, bubble in my cup think I'm fizzing out

Well I don't hear the sound as I'm reaching out to you

I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to

I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty

So won't you spare me sometime

Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine?

When nothin' that we do is fine

Every high we get the lie that says the waters turned into wine

Well, I've been twistin' out, I've been twistin' out the screws

And I'm not lookin' for the fix that I got used to

I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty

Ah, I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty

(And what you say to me, somethin' else)

Chasin' rabbits down holes as the church ain't watchin' me

The yellow brick road to know where I know is where I go

Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road lead to nowhere before

I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty

Ah, I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty

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