The Trades - Don't Mind the Rust Lyrics

In the winter the backseat bastards freeze
And in the summer they die from the f*cking feat
Cause the front seat f*cks don't give a shit
Cause ones gotta drive and the others drunk

We drive this van from town to town
Its never gonna let us down
We would never trade this bucket of rust
Not even for your big tour bus go

Its got holes in the floor and the door screwed shut
Don't mind the rust

Started out sleeping on the floor
John slept in between the door
Here we are at 3 A.M.
Taco Bell we meet again
Another show down and many to go
Will this van die who f*ckin' knows
Were gonna ride it till the wheels fall off
Were gonna ride it till the wheels fall off go