Mood to Burn Bridges

So many people who live in my town
They mind to my business they've none of their own
They are so happy now that I've done wrong
I'm surprised they don't come up and thank me

So if you have moral advice
I suggest you just tuck it all away
'Cause my mood to burn bridges
Is not unlike my mood to dig ditches
Don't cross me on either a day, baby

Don't make mistakes or be human
They'll savor your every false move
And the fear that they have, dams that will break
If ever confronted with truth

So if you have moral advice
I suggest you just tuck it all away
'Cause my mood to burn bridges
Is not unlike my mood to dig ditches
Don't cross me on either a day, baby

From the well of their hearts springs a poison
That mixed with suspicion and reckless derision
And something they read on a church toilet stall
Makes them think that their lives are much better than mine
On a soapbox that ladders them tall

So if you have moral advice
I suggest you just tuck it all away
I said my mood to burn bridges, my mood to dig ditches
Don't you cross me on either a day

I say those arrows may find me
I hear you right behind me
Don't cross me on either a day