Rusty

Rusty - Hein Cooper

Written by：Hein Cooper

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 get used to

I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty

So won't you spare me some time

Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine

When nothing that we do is fine

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

Well I've been twisting out I've been twisting out the screws

And 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

I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty

Chasing rabbits down holes as the church cheer watching me

The yellow brick road to know where I know as there 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

I get a little

I get a little

I get a little

Rusty