abba
burning my bridges
Well, you hoot and you holler 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.