Burgundy Songtext
von Shake Awake

If you′re still feeling sick of your lifestyle
Get used to feeling sick
Cause It's the only dream I′ve chased for a while
But it taste like spoiled fruit
Yeah it taste like spoiled fruit

But you know I'll take a 9 to 5
Just to stuff my face and bide my time
But I'll just as soon forget what I wanted
And I′ll work away my youth
Yeah, I′ll work away my youth
Before I fight and struggle loose


Arms reach is one step away
Pick up your feet and claim it
Or bruise your wrists reaching through the bars
Just to prove that you really strained for it
What could I want as a rich man,
With leather and wine in burgundy
I believe I'd want what I can′t stand now
All the little things that burden me

Now my patience has gone and grown so thin
That I can see my ego's ribs
And he don′t hear a damn thing I tell him
In his ears his fingers sit
And if I need, I'll trade places with my double
Cause the lines are so thin now
And I′ll stain my sleeves, reaching in the gutter
Just trying to pull him out

Arms reach is one step away
Pick up your feet and claim it
Or bruise your wrists reaching through the bars
Just to prove that you really strained for it
What could I want as a rich man
With leather and wine in burgundy
I believe I'd want what I can't stand now
All the little things that burden me