Rust on the Halo

[Verse 1]
Boots by the back door
Mud on my Sunday jeans
Mama’s old Bible
Stuck on the in-between
I’ve been cussin’ at the ceiling
Prayin’ through my teeth
Banjo on my shoulder
Devil underneath
[Chorus]
I got rust on the halo
Blood on my hands
Singin’ “help me Jesus” in a broke-down band
Steel in my backbone
Dirt on my name
I’m caught in the crossfire of glory and shame
(Rust on the halo, can you hear my song?)
(Rust on the halo, but I’m holdin’ on)
[Verse 2]
Bottle in the glove box
Hymn in the radio hum
Torn-up knuckles
From the wrong I’ve done
I drag this chain like a guitar strap
Till it carves my skin
But when that choir hits the chorus
I believe again
[Chorus]
I got rust on the halo
Blood on my hands
Singin’ “help me Jesus” in a broke-down band
Steel in my backbone
Dirt on my name
I’m caught in the crossfire of glory and shame
(Rust on the halo, can you sing along?)
(Rust on the halo, but I’m holdin’ on)

folk, Gritty back-porch blues fused with heavy southern metal; acoustic guitar and bright banjo carry the verses in a shuffle groove, then huge distorted power chords, tom-heavy drums, and a small gospel choir slam in on the chorus. Male vocals with raspy lead, call-and-response harmonies, and a big halftime breakdown on the final hook., acoustic, metal, gospel, blues