Burnout

Congratulations, Sir What's-Your-Name
You're all that glitters, like a moth into the flame
Designer clothes, imported cars
And just enough cologne to cover your cigars

Your power station is quite secure
Haunting the hallways and hiding in the doors
Your innovations don't ever last
Your occupation's got you going nowhere fast

If you really want to have it all
You're never gonna have enough
Baby, you'll be burning up

If you really want to rule the world
You're gonna have to burn it down
Baby, you'll be burning out

Year after year, locked in the gamе
Update the menu, but thе venue's all the same
The power players already know
You hit the ceiling such a long, long time ago

You take it out on little things
Swipe at the insects underneath you when it stings
Dreaming of conquest, dreaming of pride
Throw down the whip, my friend, you're cracking up inside

If you really want to have it all
You're never gonna have enough
Baby, you'll be burning up

If you really want to rule the world
You're gonna have to burn it down
Baby, you'll be burning out