Love Letters from Hell (2000)

Lyrics
Well, I'm filling in for Gracie Robbins tonight, yeah Feeling very sorry, that it Hasn't rained all year I'm feeling very sorry, that I That I got the fear It's taking time to sort through my winding mind Where I can smell her On my neck Yeah You've got to, you've got to run away You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby You've got to fade away until there's no one left but you The ship is down Skins is on the sidewalk, filling things with acid Mom is in the kitchen, drying for her father Meaningless as music making as amusement Slides into the doorway, chattering like horseplay I am, I am sending you A love letter from hell Fuck the boys, fuck all the boys Fuck girls while you're at it Climb into a limousine Well, I'm filling in for Gracie Robbins tonight, yeah I'm feeling very sorry, that it Hasn't rained all year I'm feeling very sorry, that I That I got the fear It's taking time to sort through my winding mind Where I can smell her On my neck Yeah You've got to, you've got to run away You've got to, you've got to find a way, baby You've got to fade away until there's no one left but you The ship is down
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Credits
- Writers
- John Maus