The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
The Bennies
Days get dark
Winter get’s colder
Gotta get going
Before we’re any older
This burnout scene
Is like a bad dream
And the river’s dried up (oh)
The river’s dried up
So with our hopes in the sky
We shoot for the stars
And it don’t really matter if we make it that far
Cos all I know
Melbourne can’t contain me no
This is burnout city
You never get old
Never get tired and you always been told
That you won’t make it you ain’t gonna lose
Oooooooh
Back out on the road again
Melbourne and Sydney with my friends
Used to take a car now we’re rocking on a plane
Still crashing on floors
Party all the same cos shit don’t change to much
When you’re always pushing luck (yeah)
Down check a four
Blaze hard and twenty more
And in a few hours
We pack the dance floor
If you’re feeling down
Give it up with the sound
This one goes out to the down
Press ya
This is burnout city
You never get old
Never get tired and you always been told
That you won’t make it you ain’t gonna lose
Oooooooh
Hey morning’s coming! Hey hey hey!
Hey morning’s coming! Hey hey hey!
Hey morning’s coming! Hey hey hey!
Hey morning’s coming! Hey hey hey!
Bowie (drummer) uses a marijuana grinder for percussion in the ending jam