When We All Start to Rust J. Gagne

Just slip your shirt down into your pants And glide your fingers through the long, greased-up hair Impressive by chance with a fatal dance One look is all it took for you to begin to stare If it all falls down, we'll just sweep it up Toss it in the corner with the built-up dust Learn from it and forget it Cause this is life when we all start to rust When we all start to rust When we all start to rust When we all start to rust… Now c'mon, ease back down, slouched out on the couch Pass the bottle to the left and smoke what may come It's the same old story packed away in your pouch Too many nights, just leaving you naked and dumb Welcome to the testimony, this is your trial You're guilty of life and one count of lust It’ll take a while for us to pull your file So please relax yourself when we all start to rust Tin man needs, he needs a new vacation And a bottle of oil for his lubrication He's gonna wander off the old yellow brick road On short, sweet grass that you have grown [Close Window][Print Lyrics]