Burning Bridges Songtext
von The Harpoonist & the Axe Murderer

I′m feeling used
Like a battered muse
Drugged & bruised
Like old news
Burns in the fire
For your desires
To come true

Why do you always have to burn your bridges


Stole my poetry
Drank my Hennesey
Scratched all my cd's
Copped my melodies
And sang your odes to all the whore′s that you adore

Why do you always have to burn your bridges
Your closest friends are all now sons of bitches

Just an LA cliché
Doing coke in cafes
Always working your way

Now you're on your own
You call but no one's home
Thought you saw the wrong
You just moved along
Burned bridges down in a new town down the road


Why do you always have to burn your bridges
Your closest friends are now all sons of bitches
Why do you always have to burn your bridges