Mutant John

hey, [email protected],
drop me a line, send me a wire.
hey, [email protected],
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 given me a thousand bucks to sling my autobiography,
but they're not given a flyin' fuck about my meloncholosity.

hey, [email protected],
drop me a line, send me a wire.
hey, [email protected],
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.



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Writer(s): Jonathan Avram Wolf
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