Well, you hoot and you holler !beocg! b ,iee.j And you make me mad And i’ve always been under your heel Holy christ what a lousy deal Now i’m sick and tired Of your tedious ways And i ain’t gonna take it no more Oh no no – walkin’ out that door Burning my bridges Cutting my tie Once again I wanna look into the eye Being myself Counting my pride No un-right neighbour’s Gonna take me for a ride Burning my bridges Moving at last Girl i’m leaving And i’m burying the past Gonna have peace now You can be free No one here Will make a sucker out of me | | |