Mood To Burn Bridges

So many people live in my town And mind to my business but none of their own They're all so happy now that I've done wrong 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 Parallels 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 looking for a 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 Parallels 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 Parallels 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