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