Mutant John Lyrics

Hey, [email protected],
Drop me a line, send me a wire.
Hey, [email protected],
Drop me a line, send me a wire.

I been diggin' those danielson family records you got for me,
And i been livin' like a bend of ones since my second and final tupperware party.
And they been given me a thousand bucks to sling my autobiography,
But they're not given a flyin' fuck about my meloncholosity.

Hey, [email protected],
Drop me a line, send me a wire.
Hey, [email protected],
Drop me a line, send me a wire.

Is this city just a broth of thieves,
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?
Is this city just a broth of thieves,
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?
Is this city just a broth of thieves,
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?
Is this city just a broth of thieves,
Gone sour like milk rotting between your teeth?

Whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives.
Whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives.
Whether red-coat or rebel, if they come through this window, they will fall on our knives.