Don't take me down to Bridge St., down the river to the east.
I've got other places I could go, dozens at the least.
Still you keep insisting, so I've gotta let you know,
don't take me down, cause I don't wanna go.
Don't take me to Bridge St. at the bottom of the hill,
I realize that you want me there, but I refuse it still.
The world is full of fascinating things I'd like to see,
so don't take me down, why won't you let me be?
Now you're dragging me to Bridge St. and you say it's for the best,
so why do I have all these vipers tangled in my chest?
But we haven't made it all the way, so I'll ask you nice and slow:
don't take me down, cause I don't wanna go