Mailbox Arson

Lyrics
[Pre-Chorus: George Pettit] Your mail's not safe in this town, your mail's not safe in this town Your mail's not safe in this town, your mail's not safe in this town [Verse 1: George Pettit] 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 [Pre-Chorus: George Pettit] 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 [Chorus: Dallas Green] 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 [Verse 2: George Pettit] When the sky is streaked with plumes, know that it's my signature Upon this wretched fucking city Mailbox arson, my sweet revenge 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 [Pre-Chorus: George Pettit] 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 [Chorus: Dallas Green] 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Dallas Green
- Jordan Hastings
- Wade MacNeil
- George Pettit
- Christopher Steele