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The burnout gang
Running around in a busy street
They make us so proud
Drilling holes through space and time
Carrying their hearts in plastic bags
Burying their faces in wet cement
And hoping for the best
Displaying life in a bleak parade
Breaking promises they never made
The burnout gang
They wish they were you
This is their ultimate aim
This is their claim to fame
The burnout gang
They wish they were you
The burnout gang
Setting the laws of uncommon sense
And breaking them all one by one
They live in cocoons by river banks
Playing their tricks and pulling their pranks
Claiming they will never die
They look you in the eye
Making people disappear
Building habits out of fear
The burnout gang
They wish they were you
This is their ultimate aim
This is their claim to fame
The burnout gang
They wish they were you
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