it's a formula we figured
out a hundred years ago
when all the scientists gathered
and stoked and turned the coals

it's a game we keep on playing
with ourselves and all our friends
where we only see the shadows
forget the means, it's only ends

it always ends in bitter struggle
when you try to raise a voice
and a voice is all you have these days
keep your words sacred and choice

if i had to make a choice
between melting in the sun, or being
crucified under the moon
in front of everyone

well, i'd rather burn my bridges
well, i'd rather cut and run
well, i'd rather burn my bridges
yeah, i'd rather cut and run

you'll see the pattern better
if you open both your eyes
one after the other
then again at the same time

it's a formula we figured
out a hundred years ago
when all the scientists gathered
and stoked and turned the coals