Rust With Me

Got a song prettier than your girlfriend
I got a song, yeah, it’s cooler than you
You’re just so hip, you open the gates of heaven
Being cool, is that all that you do?
You’re waiting for something
What it is, well, you don’t know but
You say that you want it real bad
And that’s all you’re really sure of
You got first dibs on secondhand clothing
Seven inches, yeah, it gets so hard
Keeping up with the Kitchbock fortunes
All you do is play is the thrift store blues
And I’m waiting for something
What it is, well, I don’t know but
I know that I want it real bad
And that’s all I’m really sure of
I’m just a clown
Come laugh at me
Yeah, just hang around
Let me rust with you awhile
Paint me up and give me a smile
Just for a little while
(Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!)