Burnout Songtext
von Lucas Mason

You light your smoke up on the porch
But the party′s inside
You said you hate a drunken crowd
But you come every damn time
What is it now?
Are you still listening to the devil
On your shoulder?
Tellin' you to do everything
To seem that much older

Every time your pockets rise
They fall back down
Tell me why at your age
You got sorrows to drown
It′s 'bout time you climbed outta
Your sober drought
You gotta
Marlboro Red in between your lips
And It's bound to burnout


You pick me up at twelve A.M
But you could barely drive
I put Bryan on the radio
As you broke those speed signs
You said you don′t give a damn
About them siren sounds down the street
But you
Threw those PBRs out the window
Into that field of wheat

Every time your pockets rise
They fall back down
Tell me why at your age
You got sorrows to drown
It′s 'bout time you climbed outta
Your sober drought
You gotta
Marlboro Red in between your lips
And It′s bound to burnout

I ain't saying you need some help
But old friend maybe you do
Your whole life′s gonna burnout
If you quickly lose your youth


Every time your pockets rise
They fall back down
Tell me why at your age
You got sorrows to drown
It's ′bout time you climbed outta
Your sober drought
You gotta
Marlboro Red in between your lips
And It's bound to burnout