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 - Composer:
 - Peter Pathos-mueller
 
- Tags:
 - irish folk
 - irish ska
 - to check out eventually
 
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Fiddler's Green - Burn The Bridges lyrics
Hey, I work from eight to five just to stay alive I face that strife, that rat-face life,
 I'm running round in circles every day it's all the same (yeah, yeah)
 I simply act a part, I'm trying to look smart, a man of work (You're just a jerk)
 Won't you take a look inside and you see: I don't give a damn (yeah, yeah)
 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 GreenFiddler's Green - Burn The Bridges - http://motolyrics.com/fiddlers-green/burn-the-bridges-lyrics.html
 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...














