Burn The Bridges

At home, at work at every place, I bow and scrape, I race the race
A modern slave, caught in his golden cave (ätsch bätsch)
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
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 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
Burn the bridges…
No time to lose, I’m leaving tonight
No more will I be seen
Burn the bridges…