Rust Crown Resin

Black sun rising over skeletons of rusted steel;

Rubber burning on the shoulder where the concrete peels;

I got a hundred miles of nothing in my rearview glass;

Countin' empty shell casings while the vultures pass;

Blueprints in the red dust water turn to lead;

Trading scraps of copper for a loaf of moldy bread;

The highway is a graveyard of the whole world dream;

I hear the ghost of the engine rip apart at the seams;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Nothing grows but the hate in a man's hand;

Dead road, dry land;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Nothing grows but the hate in a man's hand;

Dead road, dry land;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Scavenge through the ruins for a battery that still holds sparks;

For the shadows in the subway where the hunger box;

I wear the dirt like a medal on a scorched-out chest;

In the kingdom of the hollow,

I'm the one obsessed;

Gas mask, breathin' in the sulfur and the gritty-gray;

There ain't no mercy in the heat of a nuclear day;

I'm a king of the gravel,

I'm a god of the junk;

Smellin' like the diesel in the chemical funk;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Nothing grows but the hate in a man's hand;

And, whoa, tri-land;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Welcome to the wasteland;

The hate in a man's hand;

Dead road, dry land;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Nothing grows but the hate in a man's hand;

Dead rub, dry land;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Nothing grows but the hate in a man's hand;

Dead rub, dry land;

Welcome to the wasteland;

Just blood;

Just bone;

I′m home;