Mailbox Arson - Intellectual

[Pre-Chorus: George Pettit]

Your mail's not safe in this town, your mail's not safe in this town

I strike a red bird on your face, I pour the kerosene in your mouth

I watch the match fall down your throat

I burn all your precious bowels, watch the smoke fold for every crack

And breathe in your secret lives

All your bills pay your welfare checks but I don't think I can stay for long

There's a lot more that's not yet ash

Your mail's not safe in this town, your mail's not safe in this town

Your mail's not safe in this town, well I'm taking this town back

I watch the smoke start to rise, one hundred homes, one hundred fires

Everything you own now burns away

This town is no longer mine, it's fucked with me for the last time

How I wish that I could see your face

When the sky is streaked with plumes, know that it's my signature

Upon this wretched fucking city

Mailbox arson, my sweet revenge

[Bridge: Dallas Green, George Pettit]

Strike a match and burn away

Every tie that binds me to this place

Strike a match and burn away

Every tie that binds me to this place

I will strike a match and burn away

Every tie that binds me to this place

Strike a match and burn away

Every tie that binds me to this place

When the smoke clears

You can consider us even

Your mail's not safe in this town, your mail's not safe in this town

Your mail's not safe in this town, I'm taking this town back

I watch the smoke start to rise, one hundred homes, one hundred fires

Everything you own now burns away

This town is no longer mine, it's fucked with me for the last time

How I wish that I could see your face