Real Mckenzies
Текст песни Burnout

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!