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 want moral advice I suggest you just tuck it all away
'Cause my mood to burn bridges Parallels my mood to dig ditches
Don't cross me on neither a day, baby
Don't make mistakes or be human They savor your every false move
And the fear that they hide looking for a Break If ever confronted with truth
( * )
From the well of their hearts spring the 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 and ladders stand tall
( * )
I see those arrows beside me I hear you right behind me Don't cross me on neither a day
