Song | Rusty Lady |
Artist | Jack Bruce |
Album | Silver Rails |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
They say she was so strong | |
Put us back where we belong | |
But she never tried to make my day | |
Tried to blow it all away | |
Now she’s agent orange in the dirty wind | |
Can’t wait for something to begin | |
They say she changed the world so well | |
Really rwang those wedding bells | |
But she went and missed my G spot | |
By burning all the goods we’d got | |
Now she’s growing grey out in the bin | |
Just can’t wait for something to begin | |
They say that she was metal hard | |
And handed us some real good cards | |
But she never trumped my ace | |
Though she blew CS gas in my face | |
Now she’s fertilising flaky tin | |
Can’t wait for something to begin | |
The way she walked just wasn’t real | |
Clouds of rust all swirling round her heels | |
When she stepped from her oxhide car | |
It was Winston in drag without the cigar | |
Rusty lady etc. |
They say she was so strong | |
Put us back where we belong | |
But she never tried to make my day | |
Tried to blow it all away | |
Now she' s agent orange in the dirty wind | |
Can' t wait for something to begin | |
They say she changed the world so well | |
Really rwang those wedding bells | |
But she went and missed my G spot | |
By burning all the goods we' d got | |
Now she' s growing grey out in the bin | |
Just can' t wait for something to begin | |
They say that she was metal hard | |
And handed us some real good cards | |
But she never trumped my ace | |
Though she blew CS gas in my face | |
Now she' s fertilising flaky tin | |
Can' t wait for something to begin | |
The way she walked just wasn' t real | |
Clouds of rust all swirling round her heels | |
When she stepped from her oxhide car | |
It was Winston in drag without the cigar | |
Rusty lady etc. |
They say she was so strong | |
Put us back where we belong | |
But she never tried to make my day | |
Tried to blow it all away | |
Now she' s agent orange in the dirty wind | |
Can' t wait for something to begin | |
They say she changed the world so well | |
Really rwang those wedding bells | |
But she went and missed my G spot | |
By burning all the goods we' d got | |
Now she' s growing grey out in the bin | |
Just can' t wait for something to begin | |
They say that she was metal hard | |
And handed us some real good cards | |
But she never trumped my ace | |
Though she blew CS gas in my face | |
Now she' s fertilising flaky tin | |
Can' t wait for something to begin | |
The way she walked just wasn' t real | |
Clouds of rust all swirling round her heels | |
When she stepped from her oxhide car | |
It was Winston in drag without the cigar | |
Rusty lady etc. |