20Th Century Burn Out

Drink upon drink, drunk after drunk hit upon hit, fix after fix. Burn out.   Feel me, squeeze me, breathe me. Smashed upon the rocks, spewing over the bridge sharing the same room, waiting for dawn.   Dancing madly to the sounds loving no one falling up then down 20Th century burn out bound.   Punch me hard and fast, make me remember. Walk the streets in the rain see the faces, feel the pain.   Live in a small town, die in a small room. I know the penalty, I invented it the cause is money and I want it.   Suck it in, this last cigarette. Arrange a meeting for the first time forget memory      we’re the burnt out kind.   Wait until tomorrow, pay the debt. Walk with a friend. Live and regret the moist earth where ashes grow.   Tomorrow’s dead, I can’t go back. Where ever, falling up or down, I’m just 20Th century burn out bound. Rob Kennedy	Angelo Madrid