Woke up today and caught in last night's smoke, I hung my wet and stinky kilt to dry. There's not a lot of room in here my eviction's in the works I fear but still I hold my finger in the pie. And so I open wide the door to find the day, that son of a bitch so bright she made me blind. But slowly I adjust to see a paradise turn grey full of those that left their dreams behind.
The corporate girl, the company guy bent outta shape with strain 300 days a year to earna dime. They get a heart attack a-walkin' or a stroke on the phone a-talkin' Paid in paltry cash a trade for time.
I'm just a burnout! I've got no common sense, I've spent my rent on a binge on Wednesday night. Thursday stayed in bed till 5, then borrowed cash to stay alive, Then Friday start the weekend feeling right.
I know you all have scrutinized my failing flailing life, A part of me just wishes I could care. But honestly my own decree is simply to live happily! And die with all my memories left to share!
I'm just a burnout! I've got no common sense, I've spent my rent on a binge on Wednesday night. Thursday stayed in bed till 5, then borrowed cash to stay alive, Then Friday start the weekend feeling right.
I'm just a burnout, but got not one lament.. Cause I only ever wanted to be content!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
