The Real Burnouts's lyrics & chords

A story as endless as time, it is. one mind, five brains, twenty hands, and a sh*t load of complications. Once every other day has turned the once pale vegetables in the laundry basket into audiologically colored splashed fresh crisp confusion. I run my hand along the wall where the light switch used to be and get bit by a snake that crawled in through the house from a tree just outside the window. It throbs with the pain of a hundred year’s conflict and alas my friend’s and I struggle to enjoy each other’s company. It is only then that I...read more