Tin Man

You opened up a whole can of worms
When the night turned too day and you returned
I opened up a bigger can of whoop ass
When I smelt the scent of another lass

The guilt was written across your face
You was rusty from your own disgrace
The day after the night before when you lost the pace
You spilled oil down tin can alley and lost the race

You're a tin man magnetised
Attracted to your own disguise
Hollowed and empty on the inside
You leave a trail of rust that you can't hide

Alcohol lubricates your joints
You take shots to prove a point
But when the scent still lingers from being anointed
A spit roasting pig still yelps "oink"

Now you're back on the run
Fleeing from all that you have done
You're destined for the scrap heap
Where your rust and oily tears weep