Burn The Bridges

Hey, I work from eight to five just to stay alive

I face that strife, that rat-race life

Im running round in circles every day it's all the same, yeah, yeah

I simply act a part, I'm trying to look smart, a man of work

You're just a jerk

Won't you take a look inside and you see: I don't give a damn, yeah, yeah

At home, at work at every place

I bow and scrape, I race the race

A modern slave, caught in his golden cave, tsch btsch

Now Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell

Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell

Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play all day, yeah, yeah

No time to lose, I'm leaving tonight

No more will I be seen

No time to lose, don't flog a dead horse

Lets go to Fiddler's Green

Burn the bridges, come along

Now Im keen to

Burn the bridges, come along

Now I'm keen to

Help me now to sing this song

Burn the bridges, find my way to Fiddler's Green

Help me now to sing this song

Burn the bridges, find my way to Fiddler's Green

I stop to play it safe, rise from the grave

I pass the buck to lady luck Im going on a journey and

Ring the curtain down, down down

Cause Fiddler's Green is a place I heard tell

Where the fishermen go if they don't go to hell

This rings a bell inside of me