Woke up today and caught in last night's smoke, I hung my wet and stinky kilt to dry. There's not alot 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!
Writer(s): Gord Taylor, Mark Boland, Paul Mckenzie, Kurt Robertson, Sean Sellers, Justin Burdick, Randy Steffes
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