Drop me a line, send me a wire.
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.
Drop me a line, send me a wire.
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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