Rusty smiles From all sides Original and pure Reflected on the ground Buried in the mud Rusty souls Not wearing clothes Wander the streets Tired to make love Restless to get to sleep We sit here Like one hundred or more We spell the same words The world has heard before Rusty men And all their plans Always ready to go Forgetting that it was the water That made them so Rusty mornings And all their glories Of getting there Choosing, in the mirror, what face to wear We sit here Like one hundred or more We spell the same words The world has heard before