Ty Segall
Rusted Dust
When I talk too loud my mind becomes a cloud
A thinning rusted dust, confused, I must, must, must
Go away, go away, go away, go away
But I still talk, I still talk, I still talk

When I talk too loud my mind becomes a cloud
A thinning rusted dust, confused, I must, must, must
Go away, go away, go away, go away
But I still talk, I still talk, I still talk