Burn Me
Jeffrey Berman
Dull aspirations yet you aim so high
Young beds of whiskey till the well has run dry
Judge the world with a witless, privileged spite
Burn, rebels from the start
Burn, my California heart
Wasted potential streaming down our throats
Reject conformity until we choke
Revolution plotted in a puff of smoke
Burn, rebels from the start
Burn, my California heart
Burn, until there's nowhere left to run
I will burn, in my California, California
Lead me to my own demise
Burn me up, burn me up
Burn, rebels from the start
Burn, my California heart
Burn, until there's nowhere left to run
I will burn, in my California, California sun
In my California, California sun
