Burn The Bridges

(album: On And On - 1997)

Hey, I work from eight to five just to stay alive
I face that strife, that rat-race life
I'm 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 b'tsch
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
Let's go to Fiddler's Green

Burn the bridges, come along
Help me now to sing this song
Burn the bridges, now I'm keen to
Find my way to Fiddler's Green

Burn the bridges, come along
Help me now to sing this song
Burn the bridges, now I'm keen to
Find my way to Fiddler's Green

I stop to play it safe, rise from the grave
I pass the buck to lady luck I'm 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