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Your mail's not safe in this town. [4x]
I strike a red bird on your face
And pour the kerosene in your mouth
I watch the match fall down your throat
I burn all your precious bowels
I watch the smoke pour from every crack
And breathe in your secret lives
All your bills, pay and welfare cheques
But I don't think I can stay for long
There's lots more mail that's not yet ash
Your mail's not safe in this town. [3x]
Well, I'm taking this all back.
I watch the smoke start to rise
One hundred homes, one hundred fires.
Everything you own now burns away.
This town is no longer mine.
It's fu*ked with me for the last time.
How I wish that I could see your face..
When the sky is streaked with plumes
Know that it's my signature
Upon this wretched fu*king city.
Mailbox arson,
My sweet revenge.
Mailbox arson,
My sweet revenge.
I'll strike a match and burn away -
Every tie that binds me to this place
[4x]
When the smoke clears,
You can consider us even.
Your mail's not safe in this town. [3x]
Well, I'm taking this all back.
I watch the smoke start to rise
One hundred homes, one hundred fires.
Everything you own now burns away.
This town is no longer mine.
It's fu*ked with me for the last time.
How I wish that I could see your face..
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