Burnt Toast from Drunken Prayers by The GCDC Gang

Burnt like a piece of toast
The one that needs the butter most
The squeaking oil gets the wheel
At least that’s the way it feels
At least that’s the way it feels

Worn like a fresh pressed suit
Traded in for rubber boots
When he got caught in the rain
He saw the suits were all insane

Played like a game of chance
But in the end he lost his pants
When he took another spin
He never looked back again

Burnt like a piece of toast
The one that needs the butter most
The squeaking oil gets the wheel
At least that’s the way it feels
At least that’s the way it feels

Lost like a train of thought
On a winding like that time forgot
Every corners another plight
Every tunnels a guiding light

Found like the reborns faith
Hoping that they’re not too late
But Jesus, Buddha, Allah please
Won't you help them up off their busted knees

Burnt like a piece of toast
The one that needs the butter most
The squeaking oil gets the wheel
At least that’s the way it feels
At least that’s the way it feels

She’s bitter like a month old smoke
She’s got no choice because she’s broke
More broken than the night at dawn
But like the moon she carries on
Like the moon she still shines strong

Burnt like a piece of toast
The one that needs the butter most
The squeaking oil gets the wheel
At least that’s the way it feels
At least that’s the way it feels

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