Dusty had a big heart. Dusty had to go

Dusty had to work five doubles in a row

Dusty had a big sis. Used to bring him blow

He had a lot of fun, and he didn’t like it slow

He was runnin on a full ‘script, never skipped a dose

Would travel to America when he was getting low

And I trusted he was fine but I couldn’t really know

See, Dusty had a history of losing all control

Dusty had a lock box stuffed full o cash that he

Made on his feet when he busted his ass

Loved what he did, he made his customers laugh

But he couldn’t ever satiate the monkey on his back

He didn’t really smoke much. Only when he drank

He never got stoned drunk, only most days

He usually woke up to some whip its and some yay

Then would make a few mistakes after workin’ all day

Dusty had a sense of loyalty that I admired

He hooked up his friend with a boy who he desired

Because they made a good fit and he thought they deserved it

Or maybe Dusty never really felt like he was worth it

See he made a lot of dollars but he couldn’t find his path

The water locked wanderer kinda felt trapped

In bed with his shoes on, laid out on his back like

Quiet! Shh. I need to take a nap

It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle

Money ain’t a thang if you gettin' it in bundles

Cake up, close. Clock out, rage

Spendin' what he made like, Money ain’t a thang

It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle

More money, more drugs, more trouble

Cake up, close. Clock out, crash

Quiet! Shh. I need to take a nap

Okay Dusty was a bit much. He skipped lunch for the tips

Yup, hustle and still crush the dinner rush

Flipped the six top quick.

Pickin’ shifts up when anybody wanted to get lit

And he worked like a dog. Worked like a mule

He lived for his job. His body was a tool

He felt like cog but he liked getting used

So long as he could keep buying fuel. It’s cool

Then one night he knocked out, work clothes on

Nothin’ new. Dead phone with his pulse goin’ strong

See that big old heart of his didn’t wanna quit

It felt trapped, a bit like Dusty did

So it snapped some ribs back and ripped through the flesh

Dropped a fat sack of yip in his chest

Stitched him up, threw the kicks on fresh

And headed into town so it could paint the city red

The pub was poppin’. The club was louder

Forgot his wallet so he snuck by the bouncer

The subs were knockin’. The floor was crowded

Nothin’ in his pockets ‘cept Dusty’s powder

A generous organ, he made friends quick with

Stupendous portions and relatable wit

He pumped his aortas while they pumped their fists

And he dumped his blood on the floor. Don’t slip

Shit, it isn’t often that a heart gets a chance to

Have a night on the town and show off some of his rad moves

Gettin’ a little sloppy. Soggy little dance shoes

Nothin’ he won’t try. Nothin’ he can’t do

Dancin’ awkward, Laughin’ hearty

Last call now. Where the after party

Yup. Still gotta unclog some of these arteries

Then get back to Dusty ‘fore his double tomorrow

So he accepts an invite to a boat in the harbor

Where they rage into the night and the bros act harder than they really are

Can’t turn down a card game and

F**k it, bets the rest of his powder to get started

Three rounds in and he’s bankin’, rakin’ in the cash

Chips stacked. Royal straight in his hands

Captain thinks his tell is a palpitation

So he fakes it, nails it, but Cap gets mad

He says, Who the hell let this ringer of a bloke into my poker room

Let alone my boat. Throw him overboard

He grabs his earning and escapes unharmed

A little hemoglobin in the Great Salt Pond

Luckily he floats and his back stroke's strong

Makes it back home. Your man’s still zonked

Pulls the little baggy out the cavity, yawns

And hops back in Dusty's chest with his dance shoes on

It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle

Money ain’t a thang if you gettin' it in bundles

Cake up, close. Clock out, rage

Spendin' what he made like, Money ain’t a thang

It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle

More money, more drugs, more trouble

Cake up, close. Clock out, crash

It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle

Money ain’t a thang if you gettin' it in bundles

Cake up, close. Clock out, rage

Spendin' what he made like, Money ain’t a thang

It goes, wake up, dose. Clock in, hustle

More money, more drugs, more trouble

Cake up, close. Clock out, crash

Quiet! Shh. I need to take a nap