cold rod you're my little god
fine plot but a little odd
scapegoat with no time
and no bridges left to burn
sweet rhymes never stop
sisters of a melting top
in the year of running after
the shape of things that are gone
slices of a new frontier
calling for the engineer
drowning in a pool of beer
with no bridges left to burn
I feel like streetcar
without parking s***e
broker with a poker face
can you still smile at a lost trial
with no bridges left to burn
fine plot but a little odd
scapegoat with no time
and no bridges left to burn
sweet rhymes never stop
sisters of a melting top
in the year of running after
the shape of things that are gone
slices of a new frontier
calling for the engineer
drowning in a pool of beer
with no bridges left to burn
I feel like streetcar
without parking s***e
broker with a poker face
can you still smile at a lost trial
with no bridges left to burn