Six Legged Spider Society - Rust

Hot hot day, the star is burnin' man, it's burnin' The shade of cheap bourbon, and blue is the sky
Old records crankin' man, it's spinnin, it's spinnin' I'm chewin' on the vinyl, and I'm drippin' with rye
Hot hot day, the star is burnin' man, it's burnin' The shade of cheap bourbon, and blue is the sky
Old records crankin' man, it's spinnin, it's spinnin' I'm chewin' on the vinyl, and I'm drippin' with rye
I'm sittin, I'm sittin' till my legs stop workin, the grass starts growin' wrap around my skull
And I feel like I'm swimmin, and I'm thinkin, I'm thinkin' that I'm goin' belly up in the goldfish bowl
I'm sittin, I'm sittin' till my legs stop workin, the grass starts growin' wrap around my skull
And I feel like I'm swimmin, and I'm thinkin, I'm thinkin' that I'm goin' belly up in the goldfish bowl
A man's goin' town to town, he's preachin' man, he's preachin' Says he can save my soul for a buck or two
And I'm sittin, and I'm thinkin, and I'm prayin' man, I'm prayin' That he just keeps on walkin' let the rust eat through
A man's goin' town to town, he's preachin' man, he's preachin' Says he can save my soul for a buck or two
And I'm sittin, and I'm thinkin, and I'm prayin' man, I'm prayin' That he just keeps on walkin' let the rust eat through
Let the rust eat through
Let the rust eat through
And the grass keeps growin' man, it's growin' and it's growin' There's nothin' left of me except a hill of dirt
And the sun keeps shinin, it's cookin' man, it's cookin' The record starts skipin' man, it's poppin' and it's crackin
The whiskey's pourin' in and I'm prayin' and I'm askin' What kind of savior makes me pay for my salvation
And the preacher man keeps walkin' and the rust eats through
And the rust eats through
And the rust eats through
And the rust eats through
And the rust eats through

Written by:
Dylan Hemsworth

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