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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 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 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 They think that their lives are much better than mine On the 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 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 |