Mutant John

hey, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com,
drop me a line, send me a wire.
hey, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com,
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, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com,
drop me a line, send me a wire.
hey, mistermutantjohn@hotmail.com,
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.