No regrets from the outside
Or safe bets to make
A package with a new name
A safe bet on the side
You tell me I don't belong
The truth might be wrong
You pretend I don't exist
Well pretend you don't hear this
I've got a bomb in my backpack
I've got a shoebox full of snakes
Checks in the mail
Yeah fuck you, fuck you
Checks in the mail
Fuck you
You tell me I don't belong
The truth might be wrong
You pretend I don't exist
Well pretend you don't hear this
I've got a bomb in my backpack
I've got a shoebox full of snakes
Checks in the mail
Yeah fuck you, fuck you
Checks in the mail
Fuck you
Writer(s): JOHN MARTIN SMALLWOOD, RODDY LANE, KENNETH LYLE WINDLEY, JOHN O NEIL
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