Mood to Burn Bridges

So many people live in my town

And mind to my business but none of their own

I'm surprised they don't come up and thank me

So if you want moral advice

I suggest you just tuck it all away

'Cause my mood to burn bridges

Not unlike my mood to dig ditches

Don't cross me on neither a day baby

Don't make mistakes or be human

They savor your every false move

And the fear that they hide limbs that'll break

If ever confronted with truth

So if you want moral advice

I suggest you just tuck it all away

'Cause my mood to burn bridges

Not unlike my mood to dig ditches

Don't cross me on neither a day baby

From the well of their hearts spring the poison

That mixed with suspicion and reckless derision

And something they read on a church toilet stall

They think that their lives are much better than mine

On the soapbox and ladders stand tall

So if you want moral advice

I suggest you just tuck it all away

'Cause my mood to burn bridges

My mood to dig ditches

Don't cross me on neither a day

I see those arrows beside me

I hear you right behind me

Don't cross me on neither a day