Burning a bridge Is easy to do And all that you need Is a light and gasoline A punch in the face And your warm embrace Are carrying me To an earlier grave You laugh, I think I'm gonna be sick now I'm sick now Don't tell me you're not In love with the thought Of smashing my face Like an egg with a pan A splattering mess And you pause to undress And sleep with a gun Who will buy you no roses But I hate your selfish ways Of making me move on