I’m sittin' there by the girl with the golden hair Ruby lips poppin' gum, an electric stare Dashboard lights glowing red and the moonlight catching on her pretty head Black leather, lace, belt buckle grease In my White Cadillac, may it rust in peace On a yellow dying lawn, while the radio plays a crackling song
I'll rust with you I'll rust with every one of you Nostalgic nights Have got me feelin' its all gone (gone, gone) to rust It's all gone (gone, gone) to rust
Swing skirt, fishnets and a broken dream Blue petrol flame makes the jukebox scream The cool cats all are crying, 'cause the records are all burnt and dieing Leopard high tops lift into the sky Fingerless gloved hands pulling me to fly In the winter cold she kisses, and vanishes despite my wishes.
I'll rust with you I'll rust with every one of you Nostalgic nights Have got me feelin' its all gone (gone, gone) to rust It's all gone (gone, gone) to rust
Baby don't keep me waiting On this memory The years and tears have gone and turned you into ash you see It's all gone To Rust
The malt shop's a derelict skelly'ton The disco's dead and the hop is done The raves are flickering out, and your future flings follow en route Lets drive the Cadillac into the sea Its got transmission in my memory Reminiscing in retrograde will fuel our pointless escapade
I'll rust with you I'll rust with every one of you Nostalgic nights Have got me feelin' its all gone (gone, gone) to rust It's all gone (gone, gone) to rust
It’s all gone It’s all gone
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