ABBA - Burning My Bridges

Well, you hoot and you holler
And you make me mad
And i've always been under your heel
Holy christ what a lousy deal
Now i'm sick and tired
Of your tedious ways
And i ain't gonna take it no more
Oh no no - walkin' out that door

Burning my bridges
Cutting my tie
Once again
I wanna look into the eye
Being myself
Counting my pride
No un-right neighbour's
Gonna take me for a ride
Burning my bridges
Moving at last
Girl i'm leaving
And i'm burying the past
Gonna have peace now
You can be free
No one here
Will make a sucker out of me