Kinda Sorta - We'll Burn That Bridge
I'm behind you 180 degreesI'll be around when the chips hit the fan
Maybe I'm not the sharpest candle in the deck
But I'm here to remind you it's all underhand
You always seem to put your best face forward
Your ear to the grindstone, your nose to the ground
May hand's off to you, because the sky is your oyster
And you know how to kill two birds in one hand
And we'll burn that bridge
When we come to it
Every cloud has its thorns, every rose its silver lining
I won't stir the boat, I'll turn the other eye
I won't spin the dice, because I'm not a rocket surgeon
And life in the big lane will make you lose your mind
Don't count your chickens before they're in one basket
Don't make your bed 'til the cows come home to roost
Don't live your life like a canary in a minefield
Or swim against the grain, or reinvent a dead horse
And we'll burn that bridge
When we come to it
Who let Pandora out of the box?
How did I draw the short end of the stick?
I haven't lost my screws, I jumped through all the hurdles
But I don't want to be a thorn in your neck
Maybe I was caught with a red smoking gun
And now I'm kicking myself underneath my breath
I didn't mean to stick my neck into other people's business
So I'll go away with my head between my legs
And we'll burn that bridge
When we come to it
Written by:
Danny Coleman
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