Feeling trouble come your way
Then burn your bridge to yesterday
Jeopardy has sprouted wheels
Anarchy is wandering
So light the fuse
Drop the bomb
There’ll be no regrets
I burn my bridges
Ah poor poor baby
Stop your crying
I haven't forgotten the things you've done
Remember feline whiskers
Get gray too
In this story there's a cat
Who has ninety-nine lives
Took basic training in high explosives
But what's the sense in warning you
Align the crosshairs
Pump the wire
There'll be no crossing
I burn my bridges
So look away when you see me coming
Cause there's no more smiles
No more time
My heart is dancing to the megaton shuffle
There's nitro cooking in the frying pan
Gone are the days of humiliation
So unlock the safety
Press the button
There’ll be no escape
Author's Note: As good as I got at burning bridges in my younger days, with age and wisdom, I’ve gotten pretty good at rebuilding them...and building new ones.
