Woke up today and coughed up 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 turned grey Full of those who've left their dreams behind The corporate girl, the company guy Bent outta shape with strain 300 days a year to earn a 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... Cuz I only ever wanted to be content!