They followed their youth, and where did it get them…
Swallowed their pride, then spit them and left them.
Nothing to dangle on their, rear-view mirror, just an
Empty bottle, of 2 week old beer…
The tide, well it crushed them, straight to the bone,
They reach for their baggies and pipes, instead of their homes.
It swelled up and swallowed, all of their dreams…
The year that it took them, was 2003, ya it was 2003…
And they’re, all burnt out…
Well the light, it’s so small, hardly see it at all… and its all..
All burnt out, all their thoughts that were dreams, have now torn at the seams, they’re burnt out…
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Said it was mother, who got up and left him…
Little did he know, she had a good intention…
He drank all the money, he smoked all the bills
When times got rough, he’d be off to the hills.
I bet he didn’t know she’d be gone to see, what should have happened…
Back in 83’, oh back in 83’ and he’s…
---chor---
He’s all burnt out.. well the light it’s so small, hardly see it at all…
And he’s, all burnt out… all his thoughts that were dreams have now torn at the seams, he’s burnt out…. - into solo – All burnt out… All burnt out…
He was a product, of the Vietnam conflict…
Signed up for peace, but war is what got him.
The scars that are there, from the rockets red glare,
In the bottle he stares, thinking back on 63’… thinking back on 63’..
And he’s…
---chor--- x 2