American Folk Art

If you were capable of regret
I wouldn't soon forget

This full space misses your empty presence
La da da da
And your soul sucks
Everything from any pleasance
La da da
For the love of God
Please feel empathy
Na da da da
'Cuz you didn't have to be the enemy
Ah na da da da, you

Send me a postcard from hell
Send me a postcard from hell
I hate you can't you tell
I hate you can't you tell
You capitalist pig
Your ego is too fucking big

I loved you but it was thrown in my face
So I hated you from an early age

I was so young
O' great baritone
I was so young, so so young
O' great baritone

You have things on your phone
That could get you arrested
You look foul
Like a lump that hasn't been digested

That's a Shakespearean insult for you, motherfucker

Everything has changed for me
I can't seem to see anyone for free
You better go back from where you came
La da da da
And I know that I will never be the same
Ah da da da



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