Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes lookin' down Blood lines, bubble in my cup, think I'm fizzin' out Well, I don't hear the sound as I'm reachin' out to you I'm not lookin' for the fix that I got used to I get a little I get a little I get a little Rusty So won't you spare me some time Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine? When nothin' that we do is fine Every high we get the lie that says the waters turned into wine Well, I've been twistin' out, I've been twistin' out the screws And I'm not lookin' for the fix that I got used to I get a little I get a little I get a little Rusty I get a little I get a little I get a little Rusty (And what you say to me, somethin' else) Chasin' rabbits down holes as the church ain't watchin' me The yellow brick road to know where I know is where I go Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road lead to nowhere before I get a little I get a little I get a little Rusty I get a little I get a little I get a little Rusty Coming back?