I got stamped with the stars and stripes and I’m $11 out

Cursing Benjamin Franklin’s name in Benjamin Franklin’s town

You just messed with the postmaster general

The four star postmaster general

And neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night can save you now

He knows where you live

Got a job where all I do is answer yes or no and I have to lie sometimes because no one wants to hear

“I don’t know if there’s magic in the potions

It might be real magic

I don’t know nothing about Jehovah’s oil

I just got here”

I bought a Japanese soda and a candy smelling soap

I miss your flash photos on the tiles

It feels creepy to remember

To always be so close to the things that other people left behind

when it was time to fly the coop

did you feel like you were thrown

when all the other little birdies flew

did you feel like you were thrown

there’s magic in the potions

real magic

I know all about jehovah’s oil

There’s magic in the desert

in the sandy sandy soil

real magic

I know all about Jehovah’s oil