Burn The Bridges - Fiddler's Green

At home, at work at every place, I bow and scrape, I race the race

A modern slave, caught in his golden cave (ätsch bätsch)

Now Fiddler’s Green is a place I heard tell

Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell

Where the skies are all clear and the dolphins do play all day

No time to lose, I’m leaving tonight

No more will I be seen

No time to lose, don’t flog a dead horse

Let’s go to Fiddler’s Green

Burn the bridges, come along, help me now to sing this song

Burn the bridges,

Now I’m keen to find my way to Fiddler’s Green

Burn the bridges, come along, help me now to sing this song

Burn the bridges,

Now I’m keen to find my way to Fiddler’s Green

I stop to play safe, rise from the grave,

I pass the buck to lady luck

I’m going on a journey and

Ring the curtain down, down down

Cause Fiddler’s Green is a place I heard tell

Where the fishermen go if they don’t go to hell

This rings a bell inside of me

Burn the bridges…

No time to lose, I’m leaving tonight

No more will I be seen

Burn the bridges…