Lonely Little Queen, 
 Let me tell you that it's all just a dream. 
 That blood on your hand [bad word] off like you planned, 
 You're losing your grip on your [bad word] 
 Up in your castle made of sand, 
 Your head is pounding like a military band, 
 Are you sure that the banging, the pounding, the panging isn't just another scam? 
 Aren't you tired love 
 Of always looking over your shoulder? 
 Aren't you tired, of stomping around on your battle ground 

 Burning down your bridges 
 Burning down your house 
 There's no one to hurt you, no one to desert you 
 but you go on anyhow 
 Burning down your bridges 
 Burning down your house 
 You're killing yourself more than the law allows 

 I've been trying to get to you 
 For thirty lifetimes in a day 
 But it's hard when your bones weigh you down like stones 
 And your conscience is made of clay 
 And I know that it's hard living in a world where you can't discern your friends from foes 
 But I suppose that you chose out this life like a rose 
 Like you were picking out your clothes 

 And aren't you weary love, changing your face like a display case 
 And ain't it dreary, love, marching home to the metronome 

 Burning down your bridges 
 Burning down your house 
 Oh there's no one to hurt you, no one to desert you 
 But you go on anyhow 
 Burning down your bridges 
 Burning down your house 
 You're killing yourself more than the law allows 

 Aren't you weary love, 
 Dragging your feet down your empty street 
 And ain't it dreary love, 
 Closing your door like it was before 

 Burning down your bridges 
 Burning down your house 
 There's no one to hurt you, no one to desert you 
 but you go on anyhow 
 Burning down your bridges 
 Burning down your house 
 You're killing yourself more than the law allows 
 I said you're killing yourself more than the law allows 
 Yeah you're killing yourself more than the law allows