Fuck your broken heart and your pity poison
Play your zero sum game, count on missing fingers
Narrow minded sanctimony squeezed from the bottoms of your black lungs
It's your sin (Don't you lie)
It's your skin (Don't you cry)
Blue collar Messiah standing in the wings of kismet
Pack in a hognut, intellectual expectorant
It's my red letter, now you got some shit you wanna say to me?
Life on the rust belt
Never seemed so cold
And I'm growing old again
Warped bottle spyglass, you can reflect on your fate
It's far too late now to try and leave us this place
Keep your head low the silver seahorse will fade away
I saw the Rustman
Looked into his soul
And they look so cold and dead
Three renditions of “Snowflakes in July” explore all aspects of the song’s stunning beauty, including a mind-blowing 17-minute live version. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2020