Rusty Pipes
Mark O. Everett, Rusty Logsdon
Rattle on the rusty pipes
Hit 'em hard, and hit 'em bright and clear
And make a noise, so everyone cannot mistake it's you
And let 'em know just what it's like
When you're not alright
Pray to god it won't get worse
That you'll be riding in a hearse to this
The party that you don't want to be ever invited to
But you'll be goin' anyway
However much you pray
Define a way, you'll find a way
No matter what I say
Rattle on the rusty pipes
Wake 'em up give them a fright
They can't just shake off like a scary dream
They have most every night
Don't even try I can't be saved
I'm beautiful and brave