I find it hard to live with all my choices
It's time to turn a deaf ear to those voices
And did you ever think to ask my opinion (Yeah!)
Did you ever think to ask if I'm ok

I burned down every bridge that I found
Now I limit myself to a six gun quota
I played down every feeling I felt
and I bottled them up till the well ran over

Yeah! Yeah!
Give every indication that you're mended
Take every rule you come across and bend it
Did you ever think to ask my opinion (Yeah!)
Did you ever think to ask if I'm ok

I burned down every bridge that i found
Now i limit myself to a six gun quota
I played down every feeling i felt
And I bottled them up till the well ran over
And I bottled them up till the well ran over

It feels so good to be numb
Whoa-oh I hate what i have become
Whoa-oh it feels so good to be numb (whoa-oh)

I burned down every bridge that I found
Now I limit myself to a six gun quota
I prayed down every feeling I felt
And I bottled them up till the well ran over
And I bottled them up till the well ran over