Burn Lyrics - Milkleg

Burn 

by Rachel Wicks 

In a room with a ceiling fan 

there sits, 

there sits this man 

And he knows he's got a choice, 

but what, 

what can be done? 

With my coffee, 

and my lunch hour, 

all these new toys 

that I've acquired. 

I can taste it, 

but it's not here. 

I'll just fake it - 

that's much easier. 

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I want to burn it 

I want to burn it 

I want to burn it 

I want to burn it down 

Let's all go and have some children, 

let's pay our bills til we die. 

We all think, we can't escape this, 

we all think, a white picket fence around it 

The Man says, that's right, 

we have have to do this. 

that's right, 

we have have to do this. 

this, this, 

...we have have to do this. 

burn it!, burn it! 

burn it down 

I want to burn it down 

burn this down 

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With my coffee, 

and my lunch hour, 

fucking painted 

with shit I don't use. 

I can fake it, 

but I think I'll pass this time. 

I think I'll pass this time. 

In a room with no walls, 

that's where I like to be. 

- that's where I like to be...