Rusty Strings - Intellectual

[Verse]

The holy ghost of an unknown vagabond

Cold and saddened from his own day

Goes town to town singing his song all around

No one'll listen now so they say

The rest of the world's ears bleed from electric drums

And their eyes go blind from the shine of the riches

Worn by the famous ones

Well the old time soul of an unknown vagabond

Won't abandon a sound so pure

The times have changed pretty faces all the rage

We'll still find a way back for sure

While the rest of the world's ears bleed from electric drums

And their eyes go blind from the shine of the riches

Worn by the famous ones

Stick around for a sound so true to sing out loud

As we callus every finger down

To the bone with rusty strings

Well the holy ghost of an unknown vagabond

Cold and saddened from his own day

Goes town to town singing his song all around

No one'll listen now so they say

While the rest of the world's ears bleed from electric drums

And their eyes go blind from the shine of the riches

Worn by the famous ones

Stick around for a sound so true to sing out loud

As we callus every finger down

To the bone with rusty strings