Rustman Lyrics

Fuck your broken heart and your pity poison

Play your zero sum game, count on missing fingers

Narrow minded sanctimony squeezed from the bottoms of your black fuckin' lungs

It's your sin (Don't you lie)

It's your skin (Don't you cry)

Blue collar Messiah standing in the wings of kismet

Pack in a hognut, intellectual expectorant

It's my red letter, now you got some shit you wanna say to me?

Life on the rust belt

Never seemed so cold

And I'm growing old again

Warped bottle spyglass, you can reflect on your fate

It's far too late now to try and leave us this place

Keep your head low the silver seahorse will fade away

I saw the Rustman

Looked into his soul

And they look so cold and dead