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   Not unlike 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 limbs that'll break   If ever confronted with truth      So if you want moral advice   I suggest you just tuck it all away   'Cause my mood to burn bridges   Not unlike my mood to dig ditches   Don't cross me on neither a day, baby      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      So if you want moral advice   I suggest you just tuck it all away   'Cause my mood to burn bridges   My mood to dig ditches   Don't cross me on neither a day      I see those arrows beside me   I hear you right behind me   Don't cross me on neither a day