Post Man Death Dance

You shot the postman
Smoked him like a fag
Like any one you had
Im sorry bout your dad
Weve killed the postman
Shot him dead and good
I didnt think we could
Lets run from your white mood

Do you know who I am
Hes such a mess oh what a shame
And I know that girls to blame
Shes a slut I dont know her name
Mister moon on the drums now
Powder in your gums now
Stealing money on an airplane
How grief ruins even the most sane
Stop taking pictures of me
Im grey as the moon we dont see
Orange isnt the new black for her tastes
She loves nothing more than to win the chase
Black couture on all her rungs
Nicotine all in her lungs
Postmodern chemical drugs

You shot the postman
Smoked him like a fag
Like any one you had
Im sorry bout your dad
Weve killed the postman
Shot him dead and good
I didnt think we could
Lets run from your white mood

Could I really be an anti social loner
And did I really think that you could stay sober
Im a walking anxiety attack
Vanity I didnt mean to hold you back



Credits
Writer(s): Sayuj Sharma
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link