Burgundy

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