Yellow paint peeling off the frame
No one left to call out his name
Treads are slipping in the red sand
Walking through a hollowed out land
Oil leak dripping like a slow beat
Walking on a shimmering street
He's got a joke and a little spark
Searching for a light in the dark
Oh he's the rusty gold in the sun
Running just to have a little fun
Chattering away to the wind
Where the lonely badlands begin
Copper wires humming in his chest
He never stops to take a long rest
Telling stories to a dead dry stone
Happiest bot that was ever known
Oil leak dripping like a slow beat
Walking on a shimmering street
He's got a joke and a little spark
Searching for a light in the dark
Oh he's the rusty gold in the sun
Running just to have a little fun
Chattering away to the wind
Where the lonely badlands begin
Found a broken gear in the grit
He tried to make the puzzle pieces fit
He sang a song to a plastic tree
Happy as a metal man can be
His battery is running pretty low
But he's got a long long way to go
A little glitch in the way he speaks
A happy sound that rattles and squeaks
Oh he's the rusty gold in the sun
Running just to have a little fun
Chattering away to the wind
Where the lonely badlands begin
Looking for a friend in the haze
Walking through a neon orange maze
He's got a smile made of dented tin
Waiting for the party to begin
Oh he's the rusty gold in the sun
Running just to have a little fun
Chattering away to the wind
Where the lonely badlands begin
Just a little bit of rusty gold
A story that never will get old
Beep beep, keep on rolling on
