I strike a red bird on your face and pour the kerosene in your mouth I watch the match fall down your throat I burn all your precious bowels I watch the smoke pour from every crack And breathe in your secret lives All your bills, pay, and welfare cheques But I don't think I can stay for long There's lots more mail that's not yet ash
(Your mail's not safe in this town)
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
When the sky is streaked with plumes Know that it's my signature Upon this wretched fucking city
Mailbox Arson My sweet revenge
I'll strike a match and burn away- Every tie that binds me to this place