Hey, Mr. Mutant John @ hotmail. com
Drop me a line, send me a wire
Hey, Mr. Mutant John @ hotmail. com
Drop me a line, send me a wire
I been diggin' those Danielson family records you got for me
And I been livin' like a bend of ones since my second and final tupperware party
And they been givin' me a thousand bucks to sling my autobiography
But they're not given a flyin' fuck about my melancholosity
Hey, Mr. Mutant John @ hotmail. com
Drop me a line, send me a wire
Hey, Mr. Mutant John @ hotmail. com
Drop me a line, send me a wire
Is this city just a broth of thieves
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?
Is this city just a broth of thieves
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?
Is this city just a broth of thieves
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?
Is this city just a broth of thieves
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?
Whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives
Whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives
Whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives
