Hey, Mr. Mutant John at Hotmail dot com

Drop me a line, send me a wire

Hey, Mr. Mutant John at Hotmail dot com

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 givin' me a thousand bucks to sling my autobiography

But they're not given a flyin' fuck about my melancholosity

Hey, Mr. Mutant John @ hotmail . com

Drop me a line, send me a wire

Hey, Mr. Mutant John @ hotmail . com

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