Give to the fat man

I dance in the halls of the nearly insane

Pray to god

That is vacant again

Dark is the shadow filled with prejudice, no pride

Worn out and welcome, his truth birthing lies

A whisper now speaks what words use to say

Fallen from grace

Luster this way

Burning bridges is not my way

And while the rain keeps comin down

A rope of hopes to thin to climb

The night is closin in

We're down the bottom of the well

Burning bridges is not my way

Burning bridges is not my way

Burning bridges is not my way